Hockey Imagines

Jonathan Toews (Chicago)

 You were woken up around 2am to the sound of heaving in the bathroom and an empty side of the bed next to you. That meant Jonathan is sick. You pulled yourself out of bed and knocked lightly on the door. "Baby?" "Please don't come in." He said quietly. You ignored his request and went in only to see him leaning over the toilet, sweat dripping from his forehead and he looked flushed as well. "I don't want you to get sick." He said quietly. "I don't care if I get sick I want to help you okay?" He nodded softly and you went over and lightly rubbed his back. "What's bothering you?" "My head, and my stomach." "Do you feel hot?" "No I'm really cold." You stood up and grabbed the thermometer from behind the bathroom mirror and placed it in his mouth and waited for the beep. Once it did it read, 103.4 which is really high. You rinsed it and put it back and Jonathan once again started heaving into the toilet. You rubbed his back until nothing else came out. "You good?" "Yeah I think so." "Let's get you back to bed and I'll get you some medicine to try and bring down your fever." You helped him up and he was extremely shaky but you managed to get him to bed and wrapped up in his blankets. "I'll be right back." You went downstairs and saw Patrick passed out on the couch like usual. "Pat?" "Yeah." "Why do you got to your room?" "Okay, is Jonny okay?" "Yeah he's just sick so be careful." He nodded and you went to the kitchen to get the medicine and a water bottle. You went back upstairs and Jonny was asleep already. You put the stuff down on the bedside table. "Babe you gotta take your medicine." You said softly waking him up. He took the medicine and then curled back up into a ball. You went back to the bathroom and got a cool cloth to put on the back on his neck. "Thank you." "No problem get some sleep baby." You kissed his forehead and he fell asleep. You climbed into bed as well and fell asleep.

You woke up later in morning and Jonny wasn't in bed but you heard a noise downstairs so you went down and saw Jonny getting ready for practice. "Babe?" "Yeah?" "Where are you going?" "We have practice." "Babe you were just throwing your guts up about 5 hours ago." "I'm fine." He let go of the table and went to put his shoes on and he was seriously shaking. "Babe you're shaking." "I'm fine." "No you aren't. Please just relax." You went over and helped his stand straight. You felt his forehead and it was still burning up. "Babe you still have a fever. Will you please stay home? I don't want you to get sick at practice or get the others sick." "I'm fine I have to go, I'm the captain." You sighed knowing you weren't going to win this fight. "Will you at least drive with Pat? I don't want you driving." "Yeah." Pat came down and said good morning before the two of them left. You decided to spend your morning cleaning up the house because god knows the boys won't. You had just started cleaning the kitchen when your phone rang. "Hello?" You answered. "Hey Ana, it's Mike." Mike was the Blackhawks doctor. "How can I help you?" "Can you come pick Jonny up he got sick and he doesn't feel well." "Yeah no problem give me 10 minutes." "Okay thank you." You hung up and got your shoes on and grabbed your keys and drove to the arena. Once you got there the guard let you in and you found the medical room where Jonny was laying on the bed and he looked absolutely horrible. "Babe, what did I tell you?" "No to go, it hurts so bad and I'm so hot." "Alright let's get you home." "Thank you Ana." Mike said. "No worries." You helped up to the car and you drove home and he sprinted into the house towards the bathroom. It's going to be a long few days.