blake richardson imagines

You're Sick

"Y/n baby, lie back down. You're sick," Blake said as you tried sitting up in bed. You pressed your hand to your forehead to stop everything from spinning, before Blake carefully helped you lie back down on the pillow. "Better?" He asked. "Much, thank you Blakey."
He passed me my laptop from off the floor by my bed, getting back under the covers next to me. "Blake you don't have to stay, I know you have writing to do," you said, feeling guilty for stopping him working. "No, y/n. You're ill. I'm staying right here next to you all day and all night, whether you like it or not," he said, pulling you close to his chest as if to prove himself.
He opened the Netflix app and put on Bad Education, my favourite comedy series. It was all funny stuff that was being said, but I felt so crap that nothing could make me even smile at that point. "Y/n I just want to see you smile. Come on. Even a little one?" He said, pulling a funny face to try and make you giggle. You just exhaled deeply, settling down on his chest.

"Get some sleep then, baby. I love you so much, I'm not going anywhere," he said, kissing the top of you head softly.

An hour had passed of you not falling asleep, and you knew that Blake could tell. "Y/n, I know you're not asleep. Your breathing too fast. What's up?" He asked. "I feel cold but my skin is hot to touch. What's wrong with me?!" I admitted. He shut off the laptop and put it on the floor again, touching my skin in different places.

"Babe you're going really pale. Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. You shook your head and tried running, despite dizziness and headaches clouding your vision. You reached the toilet and threw up all over the place, feeling awful for your poor boyfriend who just sat there holding back your hair. He rubbed your back until you were finished, and you sat with your back against the wall. "I'm having a hot flush all of a sudden," you said drowsily.

"It's okay babe. Stay with me. Stay awake, it's okay. I'm going to get you some water okay, just stay there," you nodded and he handed you a glass of cold water. You took a small sip and put it on the floor next to you. "Are you okay to come back to bed now baby girl?" He queried, seeing your nod in response. He picked you up bridal style and placed you on the bed, not fully covering you up his the duvet but just enough to keep you comfy, grabbing his favourite hoodie from the hook on the door and giving it to you to cuddle into. "But I'll make it all sicky," you mumbled, your voice lacking enthusiasm. "I don't care. Washing machines exist for a reason," he said, kissing the end of your nose lightly.

"I'm going to get you some more water, then I'll be right back okay?" You nodded again and tried closing your eyes for a quick sleep.

The weight landing on the other end of the bed woke you, as you felt 2 strong arms wrap around you. "It's okay. Just go to sleep. I'm here,"