Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Sick Day

Hi, @Peterslostgirl37 I was wondering if you would write a fluff imagine. I don't really care what it's about, just make it fluffy 😊 thx!

I sighed and laid back down on the bed. My stomach was churning awfully and my head throbbed. Why is disease so miserable?

My tummy lurched again and I shot up from the bed, throwing my head over the bucket by my bed. I don't even want to describe the sight of my dinner last night being half digested. It kept coming out in huge bursts. Each time it seemed to burn my throat more. I frantically brushed my hair away from my face, only to have a warm hand pull it into a pony tail and hold it back as my belly decided it was time to toss everything again.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...

I finally took a shaky breath and leaned away from the bucket. A revolting smell hit me and I gaged before throwing myself over the bucket again. I couldn't have eaten this much last night!

When I had finished, I was faintly aware of a washcloth being held out to me. I took it and wiped my mouth before setting it onto the wooden floor. The person handed me a glass of water next. Thank god! I took a swig and swished it around in my mouth before spitting it out into the bucket and drinking the rest. I set the glass down on the floor by the cloth with a clink. I didn't bother looking up at the person, in fact, I intentionally didn't look. I knew it was Peter, my boyfriend.

Peter took the bucket and returned shortly. Now the bucket was a bit wet, but empty, ready in case I puked again.

I rubbed my temples, still refusing to look at Peter. He hadn't said anything this entire time, and neither had I. He just knew what I needed and helped me. Now that's love.

He held out his hand and produced a plant I didn't recognize, but I assumed it was for head aches. I trusted him enough to eat it without question. It was sour but it must have been magical because my headache was gone in an instant.

I still was a bit groggy, but I felt a bit better. I finally dared to look up at Peter. He just smiled, chuckled, and picked me up from the floor bridal style. He put me down on the bed and laid down next to me, drawing me close.

I was going to tell him that he'd get sick, too, but I was to exhausted to do anything. I scooted closer and closed my eyes.

God, I loved Peter Pan.