5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Losing teeth (Ashton)

It was a lot for Ashton to remember. No solid foods for the first few days, a lot of bedrest, change the gauze periodically, and a ton of small orange pill bottles filled with medication he couldn't name. He had to remember to wake up early in the morning to get Y/N to take her medicine, which broke up his sleeping schedule like crazy. He often found himself just staying awake, falling asleep whenever she did and waking up when she started crying from the pain. It was his worst nightmare. He hated seeing her suffer. He wished he could turn into some sort of pain sponge, soaking up her misery and squeezing it out into a bucket.

"Ash," Y/N whimpered, pawing at her sleeping boyfriend with teary eyes and trembling hands. "Ash, it hurts."

Ashton woke up immediately, the first thought on his brain being the painkillers she was supposed to take around this time. He had overslept by fifteen minutes, guilt settling deep into the pits of his stomach as he climbed out of the bed. "Shit, Y/N, I'm sorry," he mumbled under his breath, making a mad dash towards their attached bathroom to grab the bottle of painkillers. The sound of Y/N whining and whimpering from feet away made his heart ache and stomach churn. He hurried back into the bedroom after shaking two small capsules out of the container, sitting down beside Y/N on her side of the bed and grabbing her glass of water off of the bedside table.

Y/N took her pills instantly, tears streaming down her face as she did so. She set the water glass back down, swallowing hard. "I wish the pain would just go away," she whispered, sniffling quietly.

"I know, baby," Ashton sighed, a frown tugging down on the corners of his lips. The sight brought tears to his own eyes, his teeth sinking down hard into his lower lip. "Do you need anything? Food?"

"I'm too tired to eat," Y/N muttered back, sniffling yet again. "Can you just hold me?"

Ashton nodded and carefully slid underneath the covers, Y/N's arms wrapping around his torso instantly and her head resting on his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses to her fevered forehead, a shaky sigh then escaping as he heard her whine in pain again. "I hate seeing you hurt," he murmured, eyelids drooping shut as he rested his head to hers.

"I hate hurting," Y/N grumbled, snuggling closer into his chest. "Can you sing me to sleep?"

"Yeah," Ashton sniffled, giving her head one last kiss before skimming through the music library in his brain. A smile curved up on his lips as he decided on Beside You, singing quietly until he felt the weight on his chest grow slightly heavier, Y/N falling back asleep.