Sick

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Sick

Imagine you wake up in the morning super nauseated. You go to sit up in your bed and the moment causes your stomach to turn. You sprint to the bathroom and lean over the toilet, getting violently sick. After you feel like its safe you get up and go back to your room, collapsing onto your bed. Exhausted from the whole ordeal and really just hating the feeling of being sick, you drift back to sleep.

You wake up again hours later. You tend to sleep a lot when you are sick. You grab your phone off the nightstand and see that there are 5 texts from your boyfriend, Timmy Rasmussen. The first two are telling you to wake up. The next one is slightly concerned about why you aren't talking to him. The last two are saying that your mom told him that you were sick and that he will be over around 1 pm to visit. You roll over and look at the clock. It's 12:40. You decide to go an wait for him in the living room. Wrapping your blanket around you like a robe, you make your way downstairs and flop onto the couch.

You must have dosed off again because the next thing you know you are being awakened by somebody gently rubbing your arm and telling you to wake up. You pry your heavy eye lids open to see Timmy sitting on the floor next to the couch. You can't help but smile. "Hey there stranger." Your voice comes out raspy and weak, you watch a shadow of worry glide over his face before he speaks. "Hi beautiful, how ya feelin?" You blush at his words. "Like death. You probably shouldn't be here, I don't wanna get you sick." He shakes his head immediately. "No, you are sick and I wanna help any way that I can." Again, you can't help but smile.

The rest of the day you two cuddle on the couch and watch bad daytime T.V. before deciding to put on a movie. He lets you pick and you choose The Breakfast Club even though you've already made him watch it a billion times before. As you get the movie set up, Timmy heats up some soup for you and comes back with a bowl and a some crackers. You sit in his lap and sip at the warm broth, watching the familiar scenes of the movie play out on the screen. You honestly don't even mind being with your wonderful boyfriend here to make you feel better.

Hey guys sorry this is kinda short. I wasn't really sure what to do and I didn't wanna draw it out and have it turn crappier then it already is >.<

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