T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Peter/sick

There was a knocking on your door. You tried to ignore it. Hoping whoever it was would leave. But the knocking persisted. Sounding like the one Peter always used. You sighed, heaving yourself off the couch. Suddenly realizing how dizzy you were. You stumbled to the door.

Once you unlocked it he let himself in. "You look terrible."

"Thanks for the update." You replied through a stuffed up nose. You rubbed your eye with the back of your hand, as it watered, because of the light.

"This is absolutely unacceptable." He stated. You were about to question what he was going on about. "My best girl can't be sick." He picked you up delicately, and you shivered in his arms. He carried you to your room. Laying you in bed. He situated a few pillows behind your head. Then buried you alive in blankets.

"Don't move."

"Aw man, I was going to go sky diving." He rolled his brown eyes at you. After opening your window he left. You closed your sunken in eyes, hoping a nap would help. You didn't get to rest for long until Peter came back.

"I made you soup. So don't you dare complain. I got you orange juice and I got you medication." After only eating half the soup and a few sips of orange juice. All you wanted was a cuddle and a nap. Of course, after knowing you for years, Peter already knew you wanted cuddles when you were sick.

He crawled across you. Onto the other side of your bed. "You'll get sick." You muttered incoherently.

"I haven't been sick for years." He reassured. Opening his arms wide. You smiled wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his chest. It wasn't long before you were completely out. "Maybe," Peter talked to himself, "I'll take a nap too."

I'm gonna take another nap. Being sick is delightful.