The 100 Imagines & Preferences

When they get sick

Bellamy:

"I have a job to do." Bellamy rolled his eyes. You glared up at him, looking over at the dropship to see Clarke standing on the ramp, watching over things.

"Bell, Clarke can take care of things. Come on hun." You sighed, pulling him towards your tent. Bellamy rolled his eyes, but reluctantly followed you. He collapsed back onto the bed, opening his arms for you. You rolled your eyes at him, laying back and leaning your head on his chest.

Jasper:

"Jasper, hey. Time to get up baby." But he shook his head, burying his face in your hair. "Jasper-"

"I don't feel good." He whined, his voice groggy. He sniffled lightly, pulling you closer to him. "Can we just sleep a little longer, my head hurts."

You laughed lowly, pulling back and looking at the boy. You were about to question his intentions, but when you noticed his face was a sickly pale, you gave in. "Hmm. Just go back to sleep, goggles."

Monty:

Monty leaned over his work station, his eyes heavy. You let out a low sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Hey, take a break." He looked down at you, grunting lowly. "Come on, I know you feel bad. Take a break."

"Hmm, you don't have to tell me twice." He mumbled. He pulled you up to your feet, dragging you over to the pile of blankets on the ground.

Lincoln:

"I'm fine-"

"Of course you are, big bad grounder." You said in a mocking tone, rolling your eyes at him. "Now, you are going to medical. Abby is going to give you something, then we're going back to our room so you can rest, okay?" You grinned at him, lacing your fingers together and dragging him towards the bay.

Murphy:

A small sniffle caught your attention, Murphy rubbing his redened nose. He involuntarily let out a sneeze, letting out an annoyed sigh as he rubbed his nose again. "Murphy." You giggled, taking his hands. "Go get some medicine or something." But he rolled his eyes in response.

"Im-" he was cut off by his own sneeze, the boy quickly pulling away from you. You rolled your eyes at him, dragging him towards the dropship. "Come on, doll. I'm fine."

"Hey, Griffin. I'm gonna steal some cold medicine." You announced to Clarke, stealing a dose for your boyfriend. "Now, take it." Murphy rolled his eyes, but did as said, sending you a sarcastic smile. A smile appeared on your face, pushing yourself up on your toes and kissing him on the cheek.

Raven:

"Take a break!" You whined, leaning against the table. Raven stood beside of you, lazily working on the rounds.

"Taking a break isn't going to help ward off the-"

"Raven, come on. One little nap isn't going to kill you, it will help you quite a lot actually." You smiled up at her. Raven sighed lowly, her hands shaky. With a low sigh, you reach out, placing a hand over hers. "Come on."

"Fine." She muttered.

Octavia:

"Octavia." You caught the girls arm. She lazily looked over at you, stumbling slightly. "God, you're a mess. Come on." You sighed, leading her towards the dropship. She let out an annoyed sigh, sitting back on the table. "Griffin-"

"I know. I tried to get her in here earlier, but she's too stubborn." Clarke shook her head. "Take some of this hourly, and get some rest, Octavia." You forced her to take the medicine, before dragging her back to your tent.

"Relax for once Octavia." You sighed, pulling her down on the makeshift bed with you. "Rest."

Lexa:

"Well, get me a healer so I can go on with my day, Y/N. I have a duty to my people-" her words were cut off as she sneezed, a light pink flushing across her cheeks.

"You need a break, Lex. Come on, let's just take a little nap, okay?" You poked your lip at her, pouting as you grabbed her hands. She rolled her eyes, reluctantly standing from her throne. You collapsed back onto her fluffy bed, burying your face in the pillows. Lexa crawled in beside of you, pulling you against her.

Clarke:

"I have patients!"

"And those patients are going to become sick if you stay. I'll take over, go lay down baby." You kissed her nose, giving her a gentle smile. "Now go, before my patients get sick. Oh, and take this." You ordered her. Clarke rolled her eyes, observing the medicine you offered her. You glared over at her as she sent you a sheepish smile, quickly taking it.

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Ahh, help.

Guys, I need some preference ideas.