I wake up with a thumping head, my body feels like a millions daggers are poking it,my stomach is killing me, my throat is dry and I'm boiling hot.
I put my feet on the floor when I feel something come up my throat.
I run to the toilet and let everything go.
My head still in the toilet, I hear the worried voice of my boyfriend :
« Aw babe » he takes my hair and holds it while I'm pucking my guts out.
Once finished, I lean back on his chest, my head sweaty and feeling out of breath :
« Come on princess, you're staying in bed »
He carries me and puts me on the bed :
« I'll be right back babe »
I nod as half of my body is in the quilt and the other half is hanging off the bed.
I toss and turn, not finding a comfortable position as I wait for Conor...
Conor's POV :
I decide to have a bit of laugh by telling Y/N that I'll be quickly coming back.
I take out the matching costumes that we wore for Halloween, she was a nurse whereas I was a doctor.
I take of my top and put on the white shirt, the white blouse and change my trousers, I finally put on my white sneakers and take out the fake instruments.
I put the stethoscope around my neck and put on Joe's fake glasses that he must have forgotten.
I go to the kitchen and make her some soup.
I go back to the room and stop at the door....
I hear a creek which means that Conor is back, but it's not Conor :
« Hello, I'm doctor Maynard, I am here to make you feel all better »
Even though I'm sick as a dog, he can still make me laugh.
He approaches the bed and sits on my side, putting the warm bowl on the bedside table.
He touches my forehead and says :
« You are very warm »
« You have that effect on me doctor » I say with a « smirk »
He shows a smirk as well and kisses my forehead, his lips feeling like feathers.
He takes the bowl of soup and start to feed me slowly, his eyes observing me.
10 minutes later, I have finally finished the soup and the « doctor » is wiping my face.
He puts his hand on my cheek and caresses it softly, making my eyes flutter.
I look at him with a small smile.
He takes off the « doctor » uniform and put on his grey joggers.
He gets into the bed and snuggles into me, putting his hand on my sore stomach and rubbing it softly.
Conor does his « change » for the whole week that I'm sick, making me laugh everytime he becomes « « Doctor Maynard »
A week later, my flu is gone and I see Conor pouting.
I go up to him and put my arms around his waist, my head resting on his back :
« What's wrong baby ? » I say with a soft voice
He turns to me and says :
« I'm going to miss Doctor Maynard » he says as he holds me, pretending to cry.
I shake my head and roll my eyes as I pat his back, pretending to have a bit of sympathy.
He then laughs at his remark until I put my lips by his ear :
« Don't worry, it'll be your turn next time » a smirk appears on my face
He smirks and scream :
« I'd better be sick soon ! »
I laugh, I haven't laughed like this for a week and I missed it.
Two days later, Conor gets sick.
Nurse Y/N, you are on call for duty...
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So here's a small imagine for ya, I hope you enjoyed it and if you have any request or opinions, tell me in the comments or even DM me, Love ya !
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Jack & Conor Maynard Imagines
FanfictionI've decided to make a second imagines book but this time, the bros rule this book, Jack and Conor ! I hope you enjoy this, my little chickadees !
