The Outsider Preferences and Imagines (Closed)

Your Child Gets Sick *Requested*

Dallas
"Get up, you got like ten minutes man." Dallas warns your 15 year old son James who was currently laying bed. He groans at his father.
"Im not going," he sighs.
"What? Why?" Dallas asks coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sick."
"You were fine last night."
"I know but-" James starts but is soon on his feet and in the bathroom disposing of the contents in his stomach. Dallas comes in leaning on the doorway.
"Get back in bed kid." Dallas says grabbing some meds a bucket and thermometer. He rests the bucket on his bedside and puts the thermometer under his tongue as he grabbed a few pills.
When it started to beep at him he took it out.
"Your moms left for work already so I'll stay home, Jesus you got a fever of 102 in a night?"
"Ugh," he groans covering his head in his duvet.
"Come on take the pills James." Dallas orders uncovering his head and giving him a glass of water and some pills. James takes them and let's them down with a gulp. "I'll make you some soup kid." Dallas ruffles his hair. James groans again.
Two-Bit
"How's Khalie?" Two asks coming in from the front door before giving you a kiss hello.
"Still sick, she's still has a fever and still unable to keep food down." You announce hugging him hello. Your 14 year old daughter Khalie, has been sick for a few days with the flu. You take the cans of soup and medicine Two had brought home on his way home from work and put them in the cupboard. Two enters his daughters room with a knock.
She was awake. "Hey sweetheart." He says kissing her forehead.
She groans covering her head. "How you feeling darling?"
"Sick." She replies with a cough.
He rubs her temple with his thumb trying to comfort her.
"Just get some rest, you need anything?" He asks ticking her in tighter.
"I'm freezing." She complains. He stand heading to your bedroom and grabbing a few blankets off the bed, when he comes back he lays all three of them on her and ticking her in.
"Thanks daddy." She smiles. He leans down kissing her forehead,
"Not a problem baby girl." He says again rubbing her arm, he goes to leave, shutting the light off and closing the door.
Ponyboy
Pony sips from his coffee at the counter as you did at the table.
"Is she up?" Pony asks to us out your seven year old daughter Malia.
"I got her clothes out but she said she wanted to get dressed herself." You shrug. He nods going into her room, she was sitting on the floor crying.
"What happened?" He asks picking her up and putting her in his arms.
"I don't feel good daddy." She cries gripping into his shirt.
"What's wrong?" He asks rubbing her back for inform noticing she was still in her pajamas.
"My throat hurts and I keep coughing." She cries in her dads arms.
By that time after Hesting cries you were in the room too comforting her from Ponys backs
"It's alright sweetheart." You comfort kissing her head full of brown hair just like Pony's.
"Come in well get you back in bed and make you some soup alright?" Pony says laying her back down in her bed and tucking her in. He kisses her head as you got started on the soup and he gave her a lozenge to suck on to help with her sore throat.
Johnny
"Morning Scarlet." You smile as your 16 year old daughter comes out from her room as you poured coffee in your mug, Johnny was in the shower. She groans. You look up and notice she was in jeans and a t-shirt like always but her jet black hair was thrown into a tangly ponytail, her black eyes were hazy, she looked a bit green and was shoving a few pills down her throat.
"You okay?" You ask her coming to her side, she groans shaking her head.
"No, but I gotta take an algebra exam." She sniffles popping a lozenge in her mouth as she too grabs a mug and some coffee. Johnny comes out from the shower just in his jeans stopping dead in his tracks when he saw his daughter.
"Honey, I think you should stay home you can always re take it, you don't look good." You confess putting your hand to her forehead feeling it was hot.
"You look really sick." Johnny says taking his daughter by her hands.
"Dad, I'm fine." She coughs.
"No, you're not, I don't care if you're taking the SATs come on, you're going to back to bed." He says leading her back to her room. "I'll throw on down soup." He smirks.
Sodapop
"Babe!" Soda calls through the house from your toddlers room. You run into Valerie's room seeing that the three year old had puked on Soda.
You take her and start to clean her up as she cried and Soda removed his shirt throwing it in the hamper.
"What happened?" You ask rubbing her back trying to comfort her.
"I think she's sick, she was crying for some reason and that when I picked her up she puked on me." He admits throwing on a new shirt.
"Maybe she is," You start reaching for the thermometer and put it in her mouth with difficulty, when you took it out, Valerie was still crying so you bounces he as Soda started cleaning her puked covered clothes.
"100." You announce putting it on the counter. You got her dressed in her pajamas. "You're right, she is sick." You say as she started to calm down, you ticker her in good.
Soda comes beside you two on the other side. "Go back to sleep Valerie." You say kissing her head full of brown hair to match her eyes.
Darry
The phone ringing had stopped you and Darry at the table from working on the bills. You stand going to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
By that you knew it was your son Jake calling from college.
"Yeah what's going on?"
"I'm sick and don't know what to do, can you and dad come over?" He coughs, you a t help but chuckle, Jake never really was the one to get sick, you had sent him off a few months ago so it was no surprise he had no idea what to do.
"We're on our way." You hang up the phone grabbing your coat.
Darry had heard the conversation, after making a stop at the drugstore to get some medicine you had found yourself in your sons dorm that he didn't need to share with anyone.
"Need mom and dads help?" Darry teases sitting on the edge of the bed. Jake groans.
"I know." You get out a thermometer handing it to Darry who stuck it under his tongue and you also gave him a few pills for hi to swallow followed by a glass of water. Jake happily took it after Darry ha spilled the thermometer out.
"Yeah, 102 is sick." Darry chuckles ruffling his sons hair.
Steve
"Thanks babe." You smile giving Steve a kiss hello. You had asked him to go and get a few things for your sick 9 year old daughter Megan.
"Sure," he says unloading the the soups into the cabinet. You take out the lozenges and liquid Benadryl taking it into her room. When you open the door you notice she's sleeping but is soon awaken by you. She sits up and you pour the liquid into the cup.
"Mommy that's gross." She says making a disgusted face as you hand it to her.
"Just take it in one gulp." You order screwing the cap back on and waiting for her. Steve was in the room by now sitting behind you.
"I don't wanna." She groans at you two.
"It's better than poison." Steve teases her, you punch him in the gut a little with your elbow. He moans, "hey," he chuckles.
You roll your eyes playfully. You daughter makes a disgusting face again before gulping the grape flavored medicine. She stars to cry.
"It's alright baby." You comfort taking her in your arms.
"It's okay." You smile rubbing at her back.
So that was that and it was a lot of fun to write! Thank you for the request QueenWinston I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to vote and comment! I'll see you guys inter next one!
Stay gold mother Fluffers
-Lacy