y/n pov
my poor baby gray. he's been sick these past few days and it makes me so sad. i went up to our shared room and bought him some breakfast.
i opened the door to see him lying down in a crunched up position.
"babyyyy", i said.
he opened his eyes and immediately shut them and covered his mouth.
"y/n get that demon out of here before i throw up.
you looked at the banana in your hand and then back at gray like he was crazy.
"grayson its just a banana..."
"oh my gosh even saying its name makes me sick".
and he calls ethan a drama queen. you thought while rolling your eyes.
you went downstairs and put the banana back in the fruit bowl and grabbed the lysol to kill any germs he bought in.
you approached yall room with the spray and grayson looked at you confused.
"what are you doing"
"making sure i dont get sick"
you started with the door knob, then the remotes, the dressers, the into your shared bathroom.
you put the lysol down and looked at grayson who looked like he was about to throw up.
and so he did...
he ran to the bathroom and let out everything killing his insides.
you went behind him and rubbed his back.
"its alright let it out babe"
after two minutes he got up and slumped his body on you.
"no grayson get yo ass in that shower now"
he groaned and got in.
while he washed you put your blanket and sheets in the washer machine and made him some chicken soup.
you bought the food up and set it on his nightstand and used some old sheets for the bed.
gray came out the bathroom and sat on the bed.
"thank you babygirl"
he kissed your cheek
"this is what im here for baby", you said kissing his forehead.
"i love you"
"and i love you"
