My Digital Escape One Shots

Sick Day

You woke up with the worst migraine you've ever had. You were sweating yet freezing cold, and the blankets that you were tangled up in felt suffocating. You could barely breath, a heavy sort of feeling weighing down on your chest. Your vision was blurry and everything was dark, the light in the room off. You could hear Bryan and Johnnie arguing over who got to watch what on the TV, and, in a panic, you screamed Bryan's name.

You heard him bound into the room, and he removed the blanket from around your body. He sat down next to you, pulling you onto his lap. He wrapped his one arm around your waist and the other arm cradled your head. You buried your face into his chest, your arms placed weakly around his waist.

"What's wrong?" He asked urgently. His words pounded against the inside of your skull. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sick," you whispered.

"Sick how?" he said, his words a bit louder than before.

"Head hurts. Tummy hurts. Throat hurts." He nodded, his volume lowered as he asked you his next question.

"Do you want some Advil? I could get you some soup too. Maybe some ginger ale? Do you want me to get you another blanket or grab you a fan or something?"

"Advil would be nice, and if we have ginger ale then I'd like some, but if not I'll take water. And I don't need a blanket, there's already one here."

"Do you want me to stay here and take care of you?"

"No, you have stuff to do. Weren't you and Johnnie gonna meet up with Robby and his girlfriend?"

"We were, yeah, but you're more important." You shot him a look, and immediately he knew what you were going to say. "You are. And you're much more important than a stupid video. Besides, the video is going up on MDE, not my channel." You definitely wanted him to stay there so that you could cuddle with him, but you didn't want to bother him. "Please, Y/N? Please let me take care of you?"

"Ugh, fine," you said, secretly happy he was staying. He smiled, kissing your forehead and laying you back down on the bed. You sat up as he walked out of the room, presumably to the kitchen. You checked your phone, getting rid of all of the notification bubbles. By the time you finished, Bryan was back, and handed you the Advil and a cup of ginger ale.

"Here you go, gorgeous," he said with a smile. You smiled back weakly, putting the Advil in your mouth and taking a sip of the ginger ale, swallowing hard. You laid back down, placing your pillow over your head. Your heart beat was rattling in your skull, each beat like a punch in the brain. You wanted to do nothing but sleep, but you doubted your body would allow it. You moaned in pain, emphasizing it by holding it out for a good thirty seconds. Bryan laughed lightly, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. You moved the pillow underneath your head, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You giggled as he squirmed, you breathing on his neck obviously bothering him. You winced, your own giggling too loud for your head to handle.

"Aww, poor baby," Bryan said quietly. "Why don't you try and get some sleep? It'll make you feel better." You frowned, noticing how difficult it was to keep your eyes open.

"Will you stay here the whole time?" you asked, earning a smile from Bryan.

"Absolutely. I'd never dream of leaving you all by yourself."

"Promise?"

"Promise." You smiled, closing your eyes and preparing to sleep. Bryan rubbed your stomach and played with your hair, making it so much easier to fall asleep. You couldn't help but think, as you were sinking into unconsciousness, how lucky you were to have such a wonderful boyfriend.

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I'm on a roll this week. Like, second imagine in the last two days.

I'll get another one up on Sunday. I'm thinking of uploading every Sunday and Thursday, and if I feel like it, on Tuesday. And I'll try to stick to that schedule. If I can't do that, then I'll upload a oneshot at least once a week.

Anyways, I hope your week has been good so far.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett