Ed Sheeran Imagines ♥

He's sick

The next morning I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm tone. I groaned and reached for my phone to shut it down. As I took a glance at Ed I started smiling. He was still fast asleep, with his pink lips slightly parted.

I rolled over, wrapping my arms around him and placing a gentle kiss on his soft lips. He stired in his sleep and blinked a few times before opening his gorgeous blue eyes. I smiled at him, but he just closed his eyes again and groaned.

"Do we have to get up yet?"

"I also wish you a wonderful good morning, Mr. Sheeran," I smirked.

"Sorry, Sweetie but I'm just really tired and I don't feel so well."

I frowned. "What's wrong? What's bothering you?" I asked while gently rubbing his arm.

"My throat hurts, my head's going to explode and I feel dizzy," he mumbled, pressing his face into his pillow.

"Oh no, Teddy." I sat up, seeing him shiver. "Are you cold?" I asked, pressing a hand on his forehead.

"Yeah," he moaned.

"But you're burning up. You definitely have a fever." I pulled the blankets over his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, Teddy. I'll take care of you. Do you want some tea?"

He nodded.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

After getting tea and a cold washcloth I walked upstairs to our bedroom. But as soon as I got to our door I heard Ed vomiting. I rushed into the room, placing the cup of tea on the nightstand before hurrying into the bathroom, where he was leaning over the toilet. I kneeled down beside him and rubbed his back while blotting his forehead with the washcloth.

"Go to bed, love," he said out of breath after he'd stopped vomiting.

"Shh, let me take care of you. Let's get you cooled off in the shower. You're drenched in sweat."

"Yummy," he laughed weakly.

I helped him remove his clothes from his sticky body, before also getting undressed. I turned on the shower helping him sit down on the shower bench.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Love." I smiled at him, while lathering his body with soap. "You'd do the same for me."

After showering, I wrapped us both into big, cozy towels, before guiding Ed back to bed. As soon as he was comfortable, I laid down beside him and rubbed his stomach softly. "You know you'll get sick too if you stay so close to me," he said in a raspy voice.

"You know I don't care," I responded.
"Now, close your eyes and rest. I'll stay here."

"Okay," he whispered before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over.

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