snl cast x reader imagines

sick (mikey day)

it was winter in new york, and between the late nights and frigid weather, a harsh sickness had spread through the cast and crew of snl like a wildfire. the few people who hadn't caught the illness had taken the furthest precautions. sadly, even though you had tried, it soon fell upon you.

after a late night of writing and pitching, you headed to your apartment, where you found mikey laying in his bed reading scripts for the upcoming show. he was fortunate enough to not get sick. you muttered a weak hello and climbed into the warm bed, snuggling up into the soft covers. a few minutes later, you found yourself nodding off...

...and then a jolting feeling ran through your throats and stomach. you ran towards the bathroom, holding the wall for support. you bent over the toilet, feeling your throat burn as your stomach emptied. you heard mikey rush over and pet your hair.

"oh god (y/n) are you alright? can i get you anything?"

you looked up and saw his panicked face, which made you laugh. "i'm okay i guess, mikey. i think the worst of it is gone now."

he smiled, helping you wash up. he led you back into the bed and wrapped you up in covers.

"thank you mikey" you said, quickly falling into the vast depths of sleep.

right before you closed your eyes, you felt a kids on your neck and heard a warm voice.

"ill always be here for you (y/n)"