Keith urban sick Imagines (WATTYS2019) Requests greatly appreciated

He hates being sick

It was the middle of the night and you were fast asleep. Your husband was asleep next to you.
10 minutes later
You feel someone shaking you awake.
You sigh as you sit up and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. You look and see Keith with a worried look on his face. "Hey bud what's the matter?" You ask. "I feel sick." He whines.
"Feel like your going to throw up?" You ask he nods and whimpers. "Ok you know the drill." You tell him.
He nods and gets off the bed and runs to the bathroom. Then he throws up all over the floor.
He bursts into tears shaking and coughing he gags and moves out of the bathroom but then he throws up on the floor again this only makes him more upset and his cries get louder. "Oh Keith." You say as you quickly get up to get cleaning supplies to clean the messes on the bathroom and bedroom floors. He continues to cry and whimper. Looking more scared than before.
He starts sweating really bad. He's breathing heavy too. You sigh as you clean up the messes with Keith watching you.
Once the messes are cleaned up you go and put the supplies away. Keith still looks anxious. "What's the matter?" Why are you so scared?" You ask worriedly.
He whimpers and coughs. "I don't know" he whines.
"I think you do know I think you just don't want to tell me." You say.
"Your mad at me!" Keith blurts out. He's really upset now shaking and sobbing.  "Baby I'm not mad at you ok? Why would you think that? Are you afraid I'm going to hurt you like your dad?" You ask. 
Keith freezes up in place when you ask this. When Keith was younger his dad had been an Alcoholic and he used to get physical with Keith or his brother when they misbehaved. Which kinda mentally scarred Keith.
The worst part was his dad had no recollection of ever hitting Keith.

But Keith still remembered the times that his dad would get physical with him and even though his dad was gone. Keith still was scared sometimes. When he thought or talked about it.
"Oh Keith I would never hurt you baby you know that. It's ok babe your safe with me it's ok no one is going to hurt you I'll never let anyone hurt you. You know that." You say gently as if your talking to a child. "It's ok your ok I'm not mad.
I've never been mad when you were sick I'm especially not mad right now. It's ok. Oh you poor thing come here." You say as you go and get back to bed. Keith runs over and gets into bed.
He grabs a tissue from the tissue box and then wipes his face before tossing the tissue into the garbage can. He continues to whimper and cry as you pull him into a hug. He buries his head against your neck crying. "Shh Shh" You say gently trying to calm him down. "I just hate being sick because I always need you and your always busy with the girls I feel like such a burden when you have to take care of me." He says sadly.
"Oh honey don't think of it like that your not a burden to me.
You know it's ok to be sick and need my help.
You take care of me when I need help. You just need extra care and help from me when you don't feel good I'm your security blanket I help keep you safe." You tell him. "You have never been a burden to me and you never will be ok? I love you and I'll always take care of you no matter what." You say as you hold him close. You kiss his head and rub his back. "Shh Shh It's alright"
You say gently trying to calm him down. It takes awhile for him to calm down.
Once he's calmer you move away from him. He whimpers when you move away. "Relax ok? I'm just going to get the thermometer." You say gently. He nods and whines but lets you go and get the thermometer. Once you get the thermometer from the first aid kit in the bathroom you head back to the bed. Keith turns to face you. "Open your mouth" You say. He opens your mouth and then you stick the thermometer under his tongue.
And wait.
A few seconds later it beeps and you take it out and read the number. It's 102.8
"Yeah that's not good buddy you say as you place the thermometer on the bedside table then take  your hand and ruffle his hair. He whines and leans into you.
You move your hand away from his hair and place your hand on his back. He buries his head against your neck and whimpers. "It's ok buddy it's ok you aren't in trouble I'm not mad at you." You tell him. "I'll always be here for you and take care of you no matter what." You say. You kiss his head and rub his back. You know he hates being sick but you never knew he thought of himself as a burden to you when he was sick. You frown as you kiss his head again and he coughs and whimpers. "My stomach hurts" He says weakly.
"I know baby I know" you say gently
"You want to lay down? I can rub your stomach" you say. He nods and moves away from you so he can lay down and you lay down next to him. You move closer to him so you can reach your hand out to rub his stomach. He sighs heavily. And closes his eyes and falls asleep. You smile happy he's finally sleeping, then you close your eyes and fall asleep too.
Keith was sick for a few days but thanks to you he got better sooner than expected.
A/N Hey Guys Sorry this part is so long but I wanted to do a part that mentions his dad and how his dad was an alcoholic and a physical discipliner so yeah. Sorry it's so long but I wanted to update this before I go back to school and life gets stressful again. So enjoy