Keith urban sick Imagines ENDED OCT 2025

He's drunk

It was late one night and your home on the couch in the living room waiting for Keith to come home from work. The girls were at a friend's house and your personal protection dog Duke was laying at your feet.
10 minutes later
You hear the sound of a car outside but it doesn't pull into the driveway. "That's weird he always pulls into the driveway when he comes home." You say to yourself.
Then you realize that someone must have drove Keith home which you didn't understand why someone drove him home because Keith had driven himself to work earlier that day.
Then you hear the door open and then Keith stumbles in and he doesn't look well. He looks like a zombie and he's sweating and drooling and he smells funny.
Then you realize That he's drunk. Very drunk and a drunk Keith is never good. He immediately starts talking to you his words all slurred and he starts to approach you stumbling with each step and you immediately back away. He knows drinking and getting drunk is against the rules. But he must have been in a bad enough mood to make him want to drink.
Duke gets up sniffing the air realizing Keith smells funny and runs over and starts circling Keith and barking at him not letting him near you. "Nice Doggy" Keith says. Then he coughs and moans then gags and throws up. He breathes heavily and whines.
He coughs and gags again this time nothing comes up. "Go upstairs Now you are very drunk!" You say firmly.
Keith moans in protest but heads upstairs you go and follow him and Duke quiets down and follows you upstairs.
Once your both upstairs you take Keith's hand and lead him to the bathroom you bring him a new set of clothes so he can change after he showers.
Then you head back downstairs to clean the mess.
Once that's done you get a cup of water. Then head back upstairs and place the cup on the nightstand so Keith can have water to help rid his body of the alcohol.
"At least he didn't drive home" you mutter under your breath. Then Duke who had kept following you around from upstairs to downstairs to back upstairs moves to where his big barker bed is and plops down on his bed with a sigh.
You frown as you place you hand on your forehead and close your eyes and wait for Keith to come back from his shower. Once he does you open your eyes and turn to face him. He's pale and his eyes are bloodshot. "I don't feel good I feel like shit" he says as he stumbles into the bedroom and over to his side of the bed. "Of course you don't feel good you idiot. You drank Way to much! You are in such big trouble!" You say angrily
Keith freezes in place and locks eyes with you a look of fear in his eyes it seems as if he's realizing his mistake.
"Don't Worry get to bed I'll deal with you tomorrow. Goodnight" You say. As you go over and kiss his check. Then you go over to your side of the bed and climb into bed. Then Keith gets into bed and falls asleep. Then you move closer to him and wrap your arms around him. Then you fall asleep too holding Keith.
The next day you ban Keith from ever going to a bar when he's in a bad mood and instead he has to come home immediately and talk to you about what's bothering him and you spend the day taking care of him to help him recover from his hangover.

A/N Hey Guys Paige here! I just came up with this after I was listening to Nobody Drinks alone. I hope you all enjoy this unexpected update.