twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's sick

Josh:
When Josh is sick, he texts you from upstairs in your shared bedroom, asking you to come up and lay with him. You would be reluctant, due to his contagiousness, so you'd bring him his medicine, soup and warm tea. You'd come up the stairs, opening the door to the room, and set the tray of things you brought him on the nightstand.

"Babe, I don't feel good," he'd whine, pouting and pulling the covers up to his neck.

You'd sit on the bed, next to him, and place your hand on his forehead. It was quite warm.

"Love, you need to take some medicine or else you won't feel any better," you'd remind him, moving your hand down his face, cupping his cheek.

"Okay," he'd groan, sitting up, but only to find that he got light-headed when doing so, so he just sunk back down into the bed.

"Here," you'd say, handing him his medicine, ordering him to take it in order to relieve the pain he was feeling.

"I think the only thing that will make me feel better is a kiss," he'd say, somewhat-smirking.

You'd lean down and kiss his cheek, pushing his hair out of his face afterwards.
Exchanging 'I love you's', he'd ask you to stay with him and lay with him for the rest of the day.

Tyler:
When Tyler's not feeling well, he's more quiet than usual. He doesn't want to bother you, thinking he'll just get over his sickness eventually without your care. You'd be coming home from work to see your boyfriend laying on the couch, bundled in blankets while watching tv. His face would be pale, his eyes shut.

"Ty?" you'd call out.

"Mhm.." he'd groan, adjusting his position on the couch.

"Are you okay babe?" you'd ask him, kneeling by the couch and pushing his hair up and off his clammy forehead.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," he'd say, coughing into his arm.

"Love, you need some medicine. I'm not going to let you be in pain from your cold, okay?" you'd say, holding his hand.

"I love you," he'd mumble, closing his eyes once again.