Hey Violet Preferences/Imagines!

You're sick

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Rena;

  You had woke up in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to your stomach. You ripped the covers off yourself and bolted to your shared bathroom. You whipped on the light and quickly leaned over the toilet. The remains of last night's dinner poured into the bowl. 

Rena ran in next to you, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, but once she realized what was going on, her eyes shot open and she knelt down next to you. 

Her hand began rubbing the small of your back as another wave of nausea came over you. "Oh baby," she whispered. 

You finished emptying your stomach and rested your back against the wall. You started crying because you were extremely tired and uncomfortable. "Here sweetheart," Rena said, holding out a glass of water.

 As you took it from her, your hands shaking, she placed a cool cloth on your forehead. You had to admit, it did feel relaxing. "Come on, let's go back to bed... I'll grab a bucket for you." She placed an arm around your waist and helped you stand up. Your shaky legs managed to reach the bed. Rena tucked you in and crawled in next to you. 

Her hand began tracing small circles on your stomach as the two of you finally fell asleep.  

Nia;

  Nia had woken up in the middle of the night to find you hunched over the toilet with your dinner in the toilet with traces of blood. She, being the protective person she is, ran over to you and picked you up. 

Nia was smart enough to know that no person should be throwing up blood. She placed you on one of her sweaters and carried you to the passenger seat of the car. You were so weak, you could barely lift your head to look at her so you just started crying. 

She reached her hand over the middle console and grabbed your hand firmly but gently. When you reached the hospital, she carried you in. Luckily, there wasn't many people there so nobody really recognized her and you were able to get in quickly. 

As you were getting checked out, Nia was told to wait in the waiting room and despite her protests, she gave in and waited. As she was just about to get up and ask how much longer it was going to be, the doctor came out and explained the situation to her. 

Turns out that you had eaten some bad meat and your stomach wanted to get rid of everything, which stressed out the stomach lining, causing a small tear in the tissue. It wasn't major, but you were told to remain on bed rest until the tear had begun to heal.

 Nia carried your weak body out of the hospital and placed you in the backseat of the car so you could lie down. When you got home, she picked you up again and carried you back to bed. 

For the rest of the night, she would make sure you had anything you needed. You knew as long as you had her, you were going to be okay.  

Miranda;

  One day you and Miranda were just hanging around your flat. The two of you decided to have a lazy day at home because it was raining outside and you weren't feeling too well. You didn't think much of it until you went to the kitchen to grab you both some tea. It hit hard. The fever, the nausea and the dizziness. 

"Miranda!" you called, holding yourself up with the counter. "Yeah?" she called back. "I need you please!" Your voice cracked at the end and Miranda must have heard because she was in the kitchen in seconds. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, worry written all over her face. At one glance at you she was at your side, lifting you up. "I-I don't feel good," you replied weakly. "I can see that," she darkly chuckled and brought you to the couch. "Wait here princess." She raced off somewhere and when she returned she came back with tea and a cold cloth for your forehead. 

She lifted the cup to your mouth and you took a sip. You winced though as the tea was hot and your throat was sore. Miranda placed the cloth on your head and sat next to you. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and threw a warm blanket around the two of you. 

You snuggled up into her and she pulled you closer. She pressed play on the movie you two had been watching and even though you felt awful, Miranda couldn't help but make you feel a little better.  

Casey;

  Unfortunately, when the worst of the flu hit you, Casey was at the studio. You thought if you called him though, it would be taking him away from his job. So you held off. By the time he got home, you were on the couch with a bucket on the floor and you were leaning over it, yet again emptying your stomach. 

Casey walked in to see you and his smile faded. He rushed to your side and picked up your hair. "Oh, hi Casey," you choked out before another round came up and you were back to leaning over the bucket. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked, sounding a little upset that you hadn't. "I didn't want to bother you," you replied, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. "Oh boo! You should have called me! I wouldn't have minded at all!" he said, taking your face in between his hands. 

You smiled and let out a small cough. "To be honest, I feel like shit," you whispered. "No kidding." He helped you up and brought you to the bedroom. He lay you down on the bed and laid down next to you. Of course he brought the bucket with him. 

For the rest of the evening, Casey cuddled with you while you watched movies until you finally gave in to your fatigue and fell asleep in his strong arms.

Iain;

 Iain woke up to find that you weren't in bed. He got up confused as to why but his questions were answered when he found you asleep, leaning over the toilet. Your face was pale and the room didn't have the greatest smell. 

He sighed with sympathy as he walked over to you. He lightly brushed the sweaty hair away from your forehead and when he did, you jumped awake. You then realized it was him. "Oh, sorry babe," you said very quietly. "Hey sweetie. Not feeling good?" You shook your head lightly. "Aww, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to bed." 

He placed an arm gently around your waist, flushing your dinner down the toilet and getting to some water before bringing you back to the comfort of your bed. 

When the two of you laid down, he pressed you gently to his chest and kissed your feverish forehead. "Go to sleep and tomorrow, you and I are having a relaxing day, okay?" You nodded slightly and placed your cold hands on his warm chest. 

The next day, Iain kept his promise and was your servant for the whole day.