Barry Allen Imagines

28 -Sick

You had woken up to a sick stomach and a pounding headache. You groaned. Really. Today. You were about to get out of bed and take some pain killer when you felt a pair of arms wrap arroyos your waist. "Barry please let me get up. I need to get some pain killers" You whispered. He lets go of your waist. Making your way down stairs you start to feel dizzy and lightheaded. Running to the counter you grabbed onto it and searched for some pain killers.

Gripping the rail of the stairs you slowly made your way up the stairs. You feel like your going to be sick so you race to the bathroom. Making it just in time you empty out your stomach. Barry comes and holds your hair back. Flushing the toilet you take a small sigh.

This goes on for a few more hours. Your stomach has nothing left and your throat is burning. Your tired and you just want to die. You had forced Barry to go to work much to his dismay.

You could feel your self nodding off but it would always result in you being sick in the next few minuets. You fell asleep after a while.

Barry's POV
I got home and went to the bathroom. There was Y/N she looked pale and weak. I picked her up and placed her into our bed. I made my way downstairs I could hear her being sick again. Coming back up I have her a little pat on the back.
Y/N went back to bed after a few more times of throwing up. "Goodnight Y/N"