Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

D.L - Sick Day.

• could I request an imagine with Derek when you're ill please?

-- Derek's POV --

Closing the door behind me, I hear a cough followed by a splatting, like liquid hitting the floor. "Y/N?" I call out to my girlfriend, locking the door. "Y/N are you okay?" Before I left for the studio this morning, she complained about a weak stomach, I needed to finish recording so I couldn't stay with her, she insisted I go anyway.

"Livingroo-" I hear the noise again, I quickly rush into the living room and see her hanging over the couch with a pool of vomit on the floor.

"Shit, Y/N, are you okay?" I panic, crouching down beside the couch, trying my best not to look at or smell the vomit.

She looks up at me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry, I cou-couldn't get up in time." She cries, her red eyes releasing tears.

I brush the stray hairs out of her face and rub her hip. "Don't worry about it baby, I'll clean it up, just get it all out of your system."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, she vomits again. I look away but comfort her nevertheless: stroking her hip and assuring her it's okay, she's okay.

When she's finished, I stand and pick her up to carry her upstairs to bed. "It h-hurts Derek, it hurts re-really bad." She whimpers, holding onto her stomach.

"I know baby, I know," I sympathetically reply, kissing her forehead. "I think it's food poisoning from the takeaway you had last night, it's okay though baby I'm gonna' look after you," I promise, kicking the bedroom door open before laying her down beneath the covers.

I walk to the bathroom, prepare her toothbrush and a small cup of water before returning to the bedroom to brush her teeth for her. "Sleep it off baby girl, I'll be right back." I tell her, returning from the bathroom after putting her toothbrush back.

"Thank you Derek." She mumbles, cuddling close to her teddy bear. I kiss her forehead as she closes her eyes and falls asleep, I walk back downstairs and kick off my shoes and jacket. Grabbing everything I need to clean up her vomit, I put the neck of my t-shirt over my nose to prevent smelling the sick substance - otherwise I'd vomit too.

After successfully cleaning up, I grab myself a snack and Y/N a cold bottle of water to then join her upstairs in bed. I climb into the bed and smile when she immediately cuddles up to my side, laying her leg over mine. I stroke her hair and smile down at her, hoping by the time she wakes up she will feel a whole lot better. I hate seeing her sick like this.