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Taylor Caniff Imagine- Food Poisoning

          It was your's and your boyfriend, Taylor's, one year anniversary. Taylor had gone out of his way for you. You woke up to a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. He had even made a reservation at a really fancy restaurant. You guys spent the whole day in bed cuddling, eating junk food, and watching movies. Dinner reservations were in an hour and a half. You take a quick shower, blow dry and style you hair, and begin applying makeup. Taylor walked into the bathroom, and wrapped his arms around your waist. As he rested his chin on your shoulder, he said, "Babe, not too much makeup. You don't need it to be beautiful." You giggle and add the finishing touches. "Thanks, Tay."

          As you guys drive to the restaurant, you jam out to some of Shawn Mendes's songs. Both of you are good friends with him, and he is an amazing singer. Once you got there, Taylor walked up to the waiter. "Caniff. Reservations for 2," he said. "Of course, sir. Right this way," the waiter replied. He guided you two to a nice booth, and you ordered your drinks. The waiter came back with your drinks and a basket of rolls. You and Taylor ordered your food. You got a chicken salad, and Taylor got steak and mashed potatoes with gravy. As you waited for your food, you thanked Taylor. "Tay, thank you so much. This day has been amazing! It's so nice here!" you say. "Anything for my girl," he smirked. "I love you, y/n." he says. "Love you too, Taylor." you say back. The waiter came back with your food, and you two immediately dug in. The food was amazing!

          You noticed that the gravy on Taylor's plate looked a little off, but you decide not to mention it because it looked like he was enjoying it. After you guys ate dinner, you ordered a chocolate molten lava cake with vanilla ice cream on the side. "The food here is amazing, but I'm so full!" you laughed. "I agree," Taylor chuckles. After he had paid the bill, which was very expensive, but he wouldn't let you pay, you guys went home. After you both got changed, you climbed into bed. Taylor was holding his stomach. "Are you okay?" you ask him. "Yeah, my stomach hurts a little. I ate too much," he says, pushing it off as nothing. "Ok, tell me if it gets worse," you say. You went on your phones and did your own things.

          A couple minutes later, Taylor clutches his stomach and groans, "Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick," You quickly help him to the bathroom, and he starts throwing up in the toilet. You rubbed his back, and got him a glass of water. He drank some, gagged, and threw it up. You were extremely concerned. You thought Taylor just ate too much, but he couldn't keep anything down. Then you remembered something. The gravy! Taylor had food poisoning! "Tay, we need to get you to the hospital," you say. He is too weak to protest, so he lets you help him up and dress him. "Lay down, I'm gonna call Nash," you say while dialing his number. "Hello? Y/n? Why are you calling so late?" Nash asks. "It's Taylor. He has food poisoning. I need help getting him to the hospital," you say. "Ok, I'll be right there." he says. You get Taylor a bucket for the ride. You hear a honk, and know it's Nash.

          He gets out of the car, and helps you get Taylor in. You rub Taylor's back the whole way, and whisper soothingly to him. As you soon as you get to the hospital, you run up to the desk and begin filling out paperwork. Taylor is taken into a separate room. You and Nash anxiously sit in the waiting room. Your knee bounces and you bite your lip. "Calm down, y/n. The doctors will take care of him," Nash reassures you. A doctor walks out. "Family of Taylor Caniff?" she asks. You and Nash walk up to her. "That's us," you say. "Relation?" she asks. "Girlfriend and best friend," you tell her, "His parents can't make it, but they gave us permission to see him." You hand her the note from the front desk. She reads it, and motions for you to come. You and Nash follow her to the middle of the hallway, and go into room 32B.

          Taylor is laying back, looking at the ceiling. "We hooked him up to an IV and gave him some antibiotics. He has a mild case of food poisoning. He should get better in a couple of days." the doctor said, "Oh, and I'm Dr. Goodwin. I'll leave you guys alone." You take a seat next to his bed, and grab his hand, while Nash stands. He grins weakly, "Hey, babe." You smile, "How ya feeling?" you question. "I feel like I got hit by a bus, but the antibiotics helped. I feel nauseous." he says, eyes fluttering. "Go to sleep, Tay. You've had a long day." you say. He gives you a peck on the cheek before closing his eyes, and falling asleep. While Nash goes to find a vending machine, you go on your phone. You post a pic of Taylor sleeping with the caption 'My poor baby @taylorcaniff has food poisoning. Finally getting the rest he needs.' You then scroll through your feed to see people are commenting on your post. They say 'Get well soon' and 'Feel better'.

          About two hours later, the doctor comes back in. "Taylor can be released. Just make sure he takes his antibiotics every 5 hours, and drinks plenty of water. If there are any problems, call us or bring him back in." she says. "Ok, thank you," you say. You walk over to Taylor. "Tay, wake up. We can go now." you say and his eyes flutter open. Nash helps him up and supports him on his shoulder. After he drives you guys home, he helps you get Taylor settled inside. "Thank you so much, Nash! I don't know what I'd do without you!" you say, hugging him. He laughs, "No problem. If you need any help, call me." After he leaves, you curl up in bed with Taylor.

           "It's good to be home," he jokes. You laugh and rub his stomach. Your eyes soon flutter shut, and Taylor kisses your forehead. "Thanks, babe. For everything," he whispers before falling asleep himself.