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jeremy taylor request - 8

// for @misswatermxlon ! hope it's okay//

You were currently laying in bed, sick. You had a 100 degree fever, your nose was totally stuffed up, and your throat hurt like hell.
You had three empty water bottles on he ground and an open on sitting on your night stand. "I feel like death," You said, drawing out the 'h' in death.
You felt too weak to move, but you shifted slightly and grabbed your phone. You unlocked it, clicked on messages, and texted your boyfriend, Jeremy. 'i'm sick and feel like death come love me.' In under two minutes he responded. 'I'm on my way, I'm bringing soup, I'm bringing you movies, I'm bring you ice cream, anything you want,' You smiled at the message. You had the best boyfriend.
You drank the rest of your water and laid back down. You snuggled into your pillow and slowly fell asleep.
You woke up to a cold wash cloth being pressed against your forehead. Your eyes began to open slowly as you yawned. "Morning sleepy," Jeremy whispered. You gave him a weak smile. "I'll put the movie in and go warm up the soup," He told you.
He did as promised, popped (your favorite movie) in the dvd player, and went downstairs to your kitchen. You picked up the new water bottle that had been set out for you, most likely by Jeremy, and you slowly sipped it so it would slip slowly down your aching throat.
About 5 minutes into the movie, Jeremy came back with a bowl of soup and a small glass of ginger ale with ice. He had also bright a small tray up which he placed on your lap with the meal and the drink.
"Do you want me to stay?" Jeremy asked you gently. "Yes please," You responded and patted the place next to you in your bed. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and then circled the bed to go sit on the other side. You both spent the rest of the day watching movies and laying around.

//sorry this is crappy and short but i kinda ran out of ideas//