Nicolas Brown & Worrick Imagines

With ears to see and eyes to hear vol 12: Calm

Hey you guys! This has to be my favorite photo I have posted of Nicolas for this chapter so far! He's so hot! You might be confused and your probably not believing the notification you've just received. Two volume update no way! Yes, it's true to celebrate the story hitting 11,000 reads!! I decided to do a double volume update since we are now in the double digits! Thank you for the heart warming comments and messages. I'm glad you are all enjoying the story as much as I love writing it. Here is, With Ears to see and Eyes to Hear: Nicolas Edition: Vol 12 and 13. I'll let you in on a little secret... I am in the works on Worrick's imagines. Hopefully, by the time Nicolas story will come to a close. Worrick's story won't be too far behind. Look out for, The One I Let Get Away: Worrick Edition.

'The ceiling, the color is white yet it's faded, that's not good and the cracks on that thing! Sheesh!'

Your eyes pinched as Nicolas continued to breathe his low manly breaths into your ear.

You can't count how many times you flinched. You thought criticizing the decor would help you feel better but...

His warm cheek pressed to your jawbone scraping against your own. His body on top of yours is enough to give you a heart attack.

You couldn't be more anxious...

'Y/N, you can't just sit here while Nicolas fever worsens... Do something!'

"But what?" You casually turned your head to the side. The wheelchair previously placed next to the couch by Galahad literally at arms length.

Then an idea popped in your head like a sizzling kernel of popcorn.

You reached out for the cool silver handle pulling it as close to the couch as you could.

You tried to pull yourself across the couch. You took his hand that was draped over your body and placed it on his chest.

You lightly nudged his head off of your neck and got the upper half of your body over the couch, both hands holding onto the wheelchair. You turned your back away from the chair so that you can just sit on it.

"Okay! One...Two...Three!" You collide onto the chair with full force your butt slipping from the seat a little bit. You screamed but you managed to get on the chair without hurting your legs too bad even though you had to slide it from under him.

"Yes! Woo Hoo! I did it." You cheered and tried to wiggle your butt in victory until you heard a loud snore.

You watched as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The mop of dark hair stuck to his sand toned skin.

You wondered if laying on his belly was a good thing.

But the most important issue right now was getting his fever down as much as possible.

You remembered what your mother did for you when you where sick.

And you instantly felt homesick but you discarded that feeling and remembered her draping blankets on you, placing an ice pack to keep your head cool, and some medication.

"There should be some blankets in Nicolas bedroom. All I have to do is get there." You mumbled to yourself out loud.

You watched a couple movies where there was a character who had a wheelchair. He wheeled himself around.