Benedict Cumberbatch {Imagines}

Imagine #1 - Ill

7:00 AM

You had been tossing and turning all night and eventually had, had enough and decided to get up. You left your boyfriend of 3 years, Benedict, sleeping soundly. You went into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink of water and to get some paracetamol to try and soothe the banging headache you had. You gripped hold of the kitchen counter top as you went dizzy before running your hand through your hair and straightening out the t-shirt you were wearing, which was actually Benedict's but he let you wear, especially when he was working away and you couldn't be with him. It gave you a sense of comfort, as though his was with you.

You took a sip of water but immediately found yourself running to the bathroom to be sick. You held back your hair as you threw up into the toilet. You closed the lid and flushed the chain, continuing to sit on the bathroom floor; your head in your hands. You didn't hear the bathroom door open, unaware that Benedict was in the bathroom, until he sat beside you on the floor and kissed the top of your head. "Benedict." You said. "Get out, I- I don't want you to see me like this."

"Babe." He let out a small laugh. "I don't want you to be on your own like this."

"I'm fine, honestly."

"You're shaking." He said, pulling you into his warm bare chest, kissing the top of your head. "Come on." He said, getting you up off the floor and walking you to the sofa, where he sat you down with water, a pillow and a blanket. "You need anything else?"

"No thank you baby." You smiled as he sat beside you, your head once again going into his chest. You stayed that way for what felt like hours. The two of you there, him stroking your hair and kissing your forehead every now and again. Eventually, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew it was half past 12 and you were back in bed. However you were feeling a lot better. You got up, brushed your teeth and headed downstairs, to find Benedict sat, now dressed, on the sofa, reading a book. He saw you and placed the book down. "Hey babe." He smiled, standing up to greet you. "You feeling any better?"

"A lot better."

"You look a lot better." He smiled, leaning down to kiss you. You placed you hands on his cheeks, kissing him back. When you'd kissed, thanked him. "Why are you thanking me?" He asked you confused "For looking after me." You smiled.

"It's my job to look after you." He smiled. "and I'd do it all over again. I don't like seeing you like that (Y/n)." You smiled, kissing him again. "I love you."

"I love you too." He smiled, carry you to the sofa. "Also, my T-shirt still looks great on you." You laughed, burying you head in his chest once more.