Ethan Imagines | Crankgameplays

Sick Days

  "Ethan. Get up from the computer and let me take you to the doctor. It's been a week." I say as I look at the huddled form wrapped in a blanket at his desk.

  "No, no. I'm fine. I just have to edit one mor-" He says in a scratchy voice and proceeds to have a coughing fit.

  "Bullshit. Come on, we are going. Put on a hoodie and some shoes and go to the car." Ethan simply shakes his head. "Please? You can't go to PAX like this and we leave  next Thursday."

  He stays put like a stubborn child. I sigh and walk out to get help. I walk down the hall and knock on Mark's door.

  I hear an ok to come in and I push the door open to see Mark and Amy playing a game.

  "Hey, what's up?" Mark says as he barely moves his eyes from the screen.

  "Ethans still sick and his stubborn ass won't go to the doctor. We're leaving next week and he cannot go like that. Can you maybe help me get him to the car? I've been trying for hours." Mark looks up at me a nods his head.

  "Of coarse. I think he's just worring about not getting videos out while you guys are gone. Where is h- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT THE HELL MAN?" He yells and I look to see that Amy beat him in their game.

  She simply smiles and goes to start another match. I hear her laughter quietly at Mark's outburst. "Nice, Amy. " I give her a high five while Mark glares at both of us.

  "Come on. Let's go get Ethan." He stands up and sets his controller down. "Don't you dare start a round without me here."

  We walk out of the room and I hear Amy add, "No promises!" He ignores her and we make our way towards Ethan's office. I open the door to see him still in the same position, editing a thumbnail.

  He looks up at us groggily but his eyes widen when he sees Mark. "Come on, buddy. Let's go to the doctors. It'll be fun. Come on, buddy. Come on." Mark says mockingly like he was talking to Chica.

  "You really got Mark to get me? Nice try." Ethan turns back to editing and Mark raises an eyebrow at me. I nod my head and we both grab Ethan.

  He tries to fight back but ends up having a sneezing fit and gives up once we had him by his arms and legs.

  "Fine. I'll go. But I can damn well get myself to the car ok?" He says weakly and we let him down. As soon as Ethan tries to stand, he starts to loose his balance.

  "Ok, maybe not." I put my arm under his and help him out to the car slowly.  "Thanks Mark. You can go back to getting beat by Amy now." I state and his slaps my arm as he walks back to his room.

  "Come on, you big baby." I say as we hobble out the front door. I sit him down in passenger seat and walk to the other side.

  "You could have at least let me take the blanket, ya know?" He says with as much sass as he can muster. "I don't think the doctor would have appreciated a gigantic duvet her office."

  He mumbles a reply as he rests his head on the window. He's already started to doze off by the time I'm out of the drive way.

  I drive in silence and occasionally steal glances of Ethan. His blue hair contrasting to the scences passing by the window. He mumbles something in his sleep and proceeds to sneeze, waking himself up.

  "W-what happen?" He asks groggily, looking around him. "You woke yourself by sneezing. But we're almost at the doctors office so don't start..." I trail off as I see his head pressed up on the window again, already going back to sleep.

  I shake my head as I pull into the parking lot of the doctor's office. I slightly shake Ethans shoulder to wake him up. "We're here, sleepy head."