Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#96 Alex Lacamoire~Sick Day

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You wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. You groan, quickly climbing out of bed. Every muscle in your body ached, your head was pounding, and there was never a moment in your life when you have ever felt more nauseous.

You made your way to the bathroom as quietly as you could, shutting the door behind you, in hopes it would muffle most of the noise so that your husband could sleep.

You have just knelt in front of the toilet when Alex comes in. Sleep clouds his eyes as he holds your hair and rubs circles in your back. "It's okay. Let it out baby," he whispers.

Once you feel strong enough, you stand up. "Go back to sleep, Alex. You've got a long day tomorrow," you say before grabbing your toothbrush.

"I'm spending tomorrow, or rather today, here. With you," he states.

You start protesting with the toothbrush still in your mouth.

"We'll talk after you finish." He leaves the room and searches for a thermometer.

You meet him in the kitchen and sit on the counter. "If I don't have a fever, you are going to work."

He rolls his eyes, handing you the thermometer. "I don't think that will be an issue."

You frown and take your temperature, muttering a few swears when you see that you actually have a fever.

"Don't tell me you're fine. I'll call Lin in a bit and tell him that I can't come in today."

"But-"

He shakes his head. "You are much more important than anything else. Go back to bed. I'm taking you to the doctor later."

You pout and march back to the bedroom. "Fine."

"I love you," he calls after you.

"Love you, too."