SickGameplays (Ethan x sick reader)

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"I can't believe you got me sick."

Ethan sighs. "How many more times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

You pretend to think before saying with a small smile, "One hundred and one time---" you have to stop for a second because of the stomach pain and coughing fit that hit you, "---s. Plus a third."

"Fine! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

"Please stop," you whine, attempting to talk over him while covering your head with the blanket.

He takes a deep breath and then continues on, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

*55 apologies and three ''I love you''s later*

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-And I'm done!"

"Smart ass," you grumble.

"Aww, you know you love me, Y/N," Ethan coos, going in to kiss your cheek just barely managing to stop himself short of a terrible decision.

"Ethan..." you gasp in a hoarse whisper, grabbing his arm, "Get the bucket. Hurry!"

His eyes widen when the words leave your mouth. Your stomach was churning and you could feel the bile rising in your throat. Finally snapping out of whatever state of shock he was in, Ethan jumped from the couch and sprinted to the kitchen. You could hear the mop drop to the floor as you covered your mouth with your hands, afraid of what would happen if he didn't get back in time. Milliseconds later, you notice the pounding of feet on the floor and then Ethan is back in front of you, bucket dropped on the floor. As soon as you move your hands away... Well, you'd rather not recount the disgusting events that took place after.

About twenty minutes later, after nearly the same incidence occurs (with less urgency than the one before, might you/I add), Ethan forces you into bed, later greeting you with a bowl of your favorite soup, some Tylenol, and a glass of water.

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