Matty Healy Imagines

Sickness & Health

Word Count: 2,045
Summary: Matty gets sick with the flu while away on tour, and you are called in by Adam to help tend to him.

"Hey, we have a problem."

You frowned, having just answered the phone. "Adam, what's going on? Is everyone alright?"

"Well yes and no," he spoke. "Everyone is alright in the sense that no one is exactly dying or physically wounded. However, I think Matty's down for the count. He woke up absolutely knackered. I'm thinking it's some sort of flu, but Jamie's considering bringing someone over for him to legitimately diagnose it."

Hearing that Matty was this way was troubling. Over the course of your year long relationship, there had been plenty of times where Matty or you had been sick. Humans get sick. It was a common phenomenon that neither you nor Matty were free from with simple notoriety. A fan knowing your name does not keep your health in perfect shape. However, Matty had never been so bad it warranted a worried call from Adam, or Jamie calling in a doctor. You tried convincing yourself that it was all merely precautionary, but it hardly stopped the knots building up in your stomach.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Muffled words were spoken off the line, followed by Adam speaking. "Actually, yes. We were all thinking that perhaps you could come here, if it's not much trouble? Jamie can work it out to fly you here, so don't worry about that. We're just worried because Matty's not really listening to us when we're telling him how to get better. Perhaps hearing it from you will get him to actually do something."

You frowned. "Yeah, I'll come for sure. I'm just confused why Matty won't listen. He's not exactly the poster-child for health, but he always bugs me when I'm sick to take care of myself. I wonder what's making him not do the same for himself."

On the other line, Adam sighed. "Your guess is as good as mine, {Y/N}. All I know is that the boy needs someone or something to get him to help himself, or he's going to be sick for much longer than I'm sure he'd like. We're already having to reschedule tonight's concert."

"Just send me the info for the flight, and I'll be there as soon as possible." Thanking you, Adam hung up. That's when you went into packing mode, grabbing enough clothes for nearly a week, though you knew you would not need them all. It merely made you feel better to have more. Grabbing a few more things, you checked your phone for the credentials of your flight and then left to go to the airport. Two hours and more waiting that you desired later, you were on your flight to see Matty.

When you arrived at the airport, somewhere in Mexico, you were greeted with the sight of Jamie. He smiled as you approached, and gave you a courteous hug once you reached him.

"Matty's been pretty rough," he told you, helping grab one of your bags. "When I left, the poor guy was doubled over on his bed wailing into a bucket."

Your heart sank. "He's that bad?"

Jamie nodded. "He's burning up, too. He's been so stubborn that he hasn't let one of us take his temperature as far as I know, so lord knows what kind of fever he has going on. He's been rather out of it though, and Adam said his head felt warm, so I imagine it's not good."

"Well he better enjoy his last few minutes of being stubborn." Jamie laughed, but you were serious. Hearing a more graphic description of Matty's ailments made the situation all that more real. You were not going to stand seeing your boyfriend unknowingly make himself suffer more simply to keep his pride. As soon as you got to the hotel, you were going to march right up to his room and yell at him to quit his nonsense.

And, that was what you ended up doing. Or, rather, mostly what you ended up doing. The marching up to the room happened, and you did start to yell when you opened the door, but only his name got past your lips before you were made silent by the sight of Matty. Sick as a dog and pale beyond any point you had seen him, he sat hunched over a bucket looking positively miserable. Adam was sitting beside him, watching him worriedly. In the corner, George sat with his knee bouncing and his eyes trained on the scraggly lad. You dropped your things at the door and ran straight over to his side. Matty turned and gave you a small smile before nearly heaving once more.