It was about 3am on Saturday. You weren't feeling well at all. You couldn't sleep and you kept tossing and turning.
You groaned and kept moving around, surprised you didn't wake Shawn up.
You groaned once more and tried to wake him. You began to feel weak.
"Shawn." You whispered, shaking him with all of your strength. "Shhhaawwwnnnn." You slur, feeling more and more drowsy.
"Hmm?" Shawn says half asleep. He stretches and rubs his eyes, then sits up and yawns. "What's wrong baby girl?" Shawn asked.
You groan again and grip your stomach. "I don't feel very well." You moan, falling back on your pillow.
Shawn turns on the lamp and rubs his eyes again. Then, he places his hand on your forehead. "Y/N, baby, you're burning up." He says.
"S-Shawn, but I'm cold, and I'm achingggg." You whine. By now, you were somewhat out of it.
"Here, I'm going to get you some medicine, okay?"
You nod.
Then, Shawn comes back with movies, blankets, medicine, something for your fever, water, and a heating pad.
You smile lightly. You're lucky to have someone like him taking care of you.
