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"Maaaaark!" I hollered from the bathroom, where I was currently hunched over the toilet, coughing up my breakfast of eggs and toast.
I heard Mark set his game controller down in the next room and come running into the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. I looked up and saw a worried look etched onto his features: his normally bright, chocolate brown eyes now shining with unshed tears, his always styled black hair a fluffy mess.
He always hated when I was sick.
"Y/N, what can I do? Do you need saltines? Do you need Tums? Do we need to go to the doctor? Should I make you some soup? Do you have a temperature? I'm gonna check your temperature. Where's the thermometer?" He was rambling and running around our spacious bathroom like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for the thermometer.
"Mark, calm down. I'm fine. It's just a stomach bug. I'll be okay as long as I don't smell-"
I was cut off when I caught another whiff of the grease created by the eggs Mark had made me this morning and began heaving into the toilet.
Mark immediately stopped running around and knelt beside me, holding my hair out of my face with one hand and rubbing my back with the other.
"It's okay, Y/N. I'm right here. Just get it all out," he whispered, trying to soothe me.
Mark may hate it when I got sick, but I hated it even more.
Once I had stopped throwing up, I shakily got up and brushed my teeth to get the taste out of my mouth. I turned around to look at Mark, who had his arms crossed over his chest.
"What?" I asked cautiously.
"You're on bed-rest. I'm taking care of you until you're better, and I don't want any fighting. Got it, young lady?"
I stifled my giggle and nodded quickly, which caused my gorgeous boyfriend to smile.
"Good. Now! Since I'm going to be taking care of you, come here." He opened his arms and I immediately walked into them, inhaling his musk.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me to our shared bedroom and carefully laid me down in our bed, tucking me in before crawling in with me.
I looked up at him, confused.
"Don't you have to record today?" I asked.
Mark shrugged. "I can always just record a vlog and tell everyone that you're sick and I have to take care of you. They would understand anyway."
I nodded and closed my eyes.
"I love you, Y/N." I heard Mark whisper.
I smirked.
"I love you too, Doctor Markimoo,"
A/N: Sorry this is so short. This is actually inspired by true events because I wrote this while laying in bed sick with the flu today. So yeah. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to vote if you liked it! I will be taking requests soon, so that's exciting!
