Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #18- Sick (Peter Pan)

My eyes flutter open and I squint due to the sudden change of light. My nose was so stuffed I couldn’t even muster a sniff. I had to breath out of my mouth, which I hated doing since it made my mouth dry. I must’ve sounded like a dying elephant.

I go to sit up but realize I can’t; I was too weak. It’s as if I was chained to my bed. I could just barely lift my head, and even when I did so I felt woozy and light-headed. I cough, then wince and grab at my throat in pain. It felt as if it were burning right inside of me. Could I even talk?

I look over to my right to see Peter still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling methodically.

“Peter?” I rasp, my voice barely audible.

He stirs a bit but turns around to look at me, his emerald green eyes sparkling with the warm, pink hues of the sunrise that flowed from the window. His expression quickly turns from tenderness to concern.

“Hey, you okay? You don’t look so good.” He says in his attractive morning voice.

“Peter, I think I’m sick.” God, I sure hope my voice doesn’t sound as nasal as it does in my head.

Peter places the back of his hand to my forehead, then down to my cheek. His hands feel like ice cubes against my sweltering skin.

“You’re burning up!” He exclaims, “Stay in bed. I’m going to get you some breakfast.”

Peter gives me a quick peck on my forehead and hops out of bed. He quickly grabs a t-shirt and blows an air kiss to me before closing the door shut.

Once he was gone, I burrowed deep into the covers. It was weird. My face felt hot as fire, but my feet were cold and clammy. No matter how many bankers I put on, they wouldn’t warm up. I was shivering slightly at this point.

Moments later Peter walks in with a steaming ceramic bowl in his hands. I smile, because I already knew it was my favorite: tomato soup.  He knows me so well.

I strain to sit up in bed. Peter sets the bowl down on the nightstand and aids me in getting up. With a shaky hand, I grab the bowl and start slurping down the bolstering, warm liquid.

“Thanks, Peter. You’re the best.” I smile weakly.

He grins and hops into the other side of the bed with me, getting into a comfortable position.

“Peter, no! I’m going to get you sick! Plus, you have an island to run. You can’t stay in bed with me all day and not do anything.” I exclaim.

“Shhh…it’s okay. The island can wait. I put Felix in charge of the Lost Boys. They’ll most likely just be doing some hunting today so I won’t be missing all that much. And don’t worry about me, love. I’d rather be with you than have you be alone with one with you. I love you, Phoebe.”

I snuggle in close to Peter and he wraps his arm around my waist.

“I love you too, Peter. More than you will ever know.”

I fall asleep peacefully to the sound of Peter’s heartbeat against my ear.

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