braiden: "tea, for my lovely girl," he said, coming over to the couch, where you were cuddled under several blankets. setting it on the table, he takes a seat next to you, pulling your legs across his lap. "(y/n), are you sure there's nothing else i can get you?"
"braiden, you've already brought me tea, blankets, tissues, and picked up every cold medicine the drug store had. i'm fine," you chuckled, which brought on yet another coughing fit. "ugh," you groaned, flopping back into the couch.
"you're not fine," he said, leaning over and pressing his lips to your forehead. "and you're burning up."
"fine," you mumbled sleepily, trying to keep your eyes open.
"go to sleep, sweetheart. i'll be here when you wake up."
"promise?"
"cross my heart," he said, just as your eyelids fluttered closed.
toby: "are you okay? do you need another blanket? are you warm enough?"
"toby, i'm alright," you said, shivering.
"nope, you need another blanket," he said, turning to get one.
"toby!" you exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. he turned to face you. "i'm okay."
"but you're shivering!"
"i know something that will work better than a blanket," you said.
"what?"
"body heat is supposed to keep you very warm. come snuggle with me," you said, pulling the blankets aside and patting the empty spot on the bed next to you.
toby blushed. "are you sure you just don't want another blanket?"
"toby!" you whined. "why don't you want to snuggle with me?"
"it's not that! i do!" he replied, quickly. "i'm just nervous. you're really pretty, and i like you a lot."
butterflies filled your stomach. "then what are you waiting for?" with a grin, toby slid under the blankets, wrapping his arms around you. finally warm, you felt your eyelids drooping.
"goodnight, beautiful," you heard toby whisper, as he kissed your flushed cheek.
connor: "babe?" you heard, coming through your apartment. you groaned inwardly from the floor of your bathroom. why did he have to be here now? "(y/n)?"
"in here," you called weakly. "but don't come in."
"what's wrong?" he asked, knocking at the closed bathroom door.
"nothing, just go away," you replied. "i don't want you to see me like this."
"i'm coming in!"
"connor, no!" but it was too late. he was already in the bathroom, taking in the sight of you, kneeling on the floor by the toilet.
"sweetheart," he breathed, concern filling his eyes. "why didn't you call me?"
"i didn't want you to see me like this," you replied, pushing hair back from your face, feeling the last bit of last night's dinner coming up. "connor, please leave."
"no, i'm not leaving you."
"connor, please," you said, turning to the toilet. unfortunately, he knew exactly what was coming, and ran over to pull your hair back from your face. you couldn't protest any longer, as you were violently spilling your guts into the porcelain bowl. as embarrassing as it was for your boyfriend to be watching you, you were thankful for him being there, holding your hair back and rubbing small circles on your back. once you were finished, you leaned against the bathtub, closing your eyes.
"i'm sorry you had to see that," you said.
"it's fine, i'm not squeamish," he replied, smiling. "you should have called me in the first place." you didn't' argue, as he got up, flushed the toilet, and wiped your face off with a washcloth. when he retrieved your toothbrush and toothpaste, you grinned thankfully at him, and he helped you stand to brush your teeth.
"come on," he said, lifting you into his arms. "off to bed you go."
"connor, i can do it myself."
"no, you can't," he replied firmly, bringing you to your room, setting you down and pulling back the sheets. he laid you gently under them and pulled them up to your chin.
"i feel like i'm five," you mumbled, eyelids drooping.
connor chuckled. "you're not five, you're sick. get some sleep, i'll make you some toast when you wake up."
"thank you," you said, vaguely seeing him walk out the door as you drifted off to dreamland.
thomas: "you are not going anywhere, (y/n), you have the chicken pox!" your mother exclaimed, as she turned to the door.
"mo-om!" you whined from the couch.
"i mean it, (y/n), you are not going anywhere. now, i have to go to work, but i've got someone coming to watch you, okay?"
"i'm eighteen, mom, i don't need a babysitter!"
"aww, and i was so excited!" you hear thomas, your boyfriend, coming through the front door of your house. your mother gave you a knowing look.
"i'll be back at five," she said, sneaking out the front door.
"what are you doing here? i don't want you to catch it," you said, as he came and sat next to you on the couch.
"i'm fine, i had it when i was seven," he replied, sitting on the couch. "and all i remember is being itchy and bored, so, i'm here to be your entertainment! what do you want to do?"
"can we play monopoly?" you asked with a grin. it was your favorite game, and he never played it with you, because he insisted it took too long.
today, he just smiled and grinned. "absolutely." he went upstairs to your room, retrieving the game and coming back downstairs.
you won three times, and were in the middle of your fourth game when your mom came home.
"how you feeling, (y/n)?" she asked.
"better," you muttered, almost all of your attention focused on the game. she simply smiled and went to the kitchen, leaving you and thomas to your game.
riley: "(y/n)?" riley called, pounding on the door to your house. "(y/n)? are you there?"
"stop pounding on the door!" you whined, covering your face with your arm.
"(y/n)?" he asked, opening the door. he saw you, sprawled on the couch with a hand over your face. "babe? you okay?"
"not exactly," you replied. "i've got this massive headache..."
before you could finish, riley marched straight to the kitchen, returning a minute later with two aspirin and a glass of water. he helped you to sit up, dropping the aspirin in your hand.
"take those," he said, nodding to the pills. you did as he instructed, popping them in your mouth. "now, drink," he said, holding the glass to your mouth. he guided it gently so that water poured down your throat, taking the painkillers with it.
"thank you," you said, wiping excess water off of the back of your mouth.
"alright, now that our date is off..."
"what?"
"(y/n), you are in no shape to go out. we'll just have to stay in," he said, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, tossing it over you. "we'll just have to have a disney movie marathon!" he grabbed lady and the tramp from your movie collection, putting it in the dvd player before sitting back next to you.
"see, this is nice," he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing with contentment.
"yeah, it is," you smiled.
