Hockey Imagines 2 [On Hold]

William Nylander ~ TML

I'm sick, you doof.. (661 words)

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"Y/N, you haven't answered my texts nor my calls. What the-" William walked into my apartment to find me lying on the couch with an ice pack on my forehead.

"I'm down in the dumps, Will...I'm sick." I groaned, closing my eyes as my head pounded in pain. A coughing fit took over my body, causing me to fling my arm up to my mouth to cover up the coughs.

"Why didn't you tell me, sweetheart?" Will frowned slightly as he took his winter outerwear off and hung it in the hallway closet.

"I thought you were still at practice?" I sniffled, grabbing a Kleenex and blew my nose into the 2-ply tissue. Grabbing another tissue, I used it to hold the one with horrible snot as I threw it in the trash can. "Ugh, I hate being sick."

"Luckily, coach had an early dismissal practice today," Will chuckled to himself in a low tone, walking into the living room to assess my condition. He crouched down on his knees as soon as he got near the couch and brought his hand up to my forehead. "Oh, you're hot..."

"Thanks, I know." I rolled my eyes sarcastically at his comment before nodding my head. "I checked my temperature earlier in the day."

Nodding his head, he got up from his knees and stood up, hovering over me before sitting down in the seat next to me.

"You hungry for anything?" Will spoke softly as he played with the loose strands of my hair, his icy blue eyes looking into my E/C ones.

"Not really. I haven't been really hungry today." I shook my head, not wanting to think about food. Which was really unusual, since I loved food.

"Y/N, you're going to have to eat something," Will shook his head back at me, not wanting for me to end up in the hospital. "At least, can I make you some soup? Your favorite one? I just want some food in your stomach before you take some medicine..."

Sighing after his plead, I nodded my head and smiled weakly at him. "Can I take a quick nap while you cook?"

"Of course you can Y/N," he kissed my scorching hot forehead and smiled at me as he draped the soft and warm blanket over my body, fluffing the pillow. "I'll be in the kitchen. Holler if you need anything."

"Will do." I weakly chuckled as he left the room, causing me to try to drift off to sleep. I kept opening my eyes, paranoid that something was happening, but I just couldn't fall asleep. 

However, I did fall asleep as I heard Will sing "Sing Me to Sleep" by Alan Walker. Sure, it was no "Single Ladies", but just hearing his voice calmed me down and slowly but surely, I started to fall asleep. 

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"Y/N, wake up." I felt someone shake my arm, trying to get me to wake up. "Your soup's gonna get cold and I'm not going to spend another 2 hours in the kitchen. I can't afford to burn myself."

Opening my eyes to find Will holding a bowl of soup with oven mitts covering his arms. "Will," I looked up at the 20-year old, "you know that you could put it on a tray to save yourself, right?"

"I would've..." He set the hot bowl of soup on the coffee table before taking the protective gloves off, "but I got lazy."

"Nonetheless," I leaned over the table and took a sip of the soup, burning my mouth a little, but not too much that it hurt. "I appreciate this gesture. Thank you for doing this, Will."

"It's all because I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Will."

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It's been a month since I updated! I apologize for the month-long hiatus, but you know how school gets 😬. Hope you guys enjoyed this imagine! Have a GREAT rest of your Thanksgiving/day or night and I'll see you later! 

- Priya 😀