Alex's P.O.V.
I wake up in the morning when I hear Maggie throwing up in the bathroom. I automatically shove the covers off me and rush to help her. Without saying anything, I hold her hair up and rub her back calmingly. After she's done, I help Maggie, who is shaking, up and lead her back to the bed.
"I think I'm sick," She says weakly, crawling back under the covers. I give her a small, sympathetic smile.
"You think?" I tease and she smiles up at me.
"I'm gonna call in sick for the both of us," I say, heading towards the phone.
"Babe, you don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine," Maggie urges and I look at her like she's crazy.
"You can barely stand up on your own. I'm not leaving you here alone," I say with finality and she sighs quietly. I call in sick for both of us, which is quite difficult when we both work at jobs that are hard to get any time off on. Then, I make Maggie some tea and bring it to her.
"Thank you." She takes the tea gratefully and takes small sips of it. I nod and watch as Maggie drinks from the cup, her eyes dropping tiredly.
"Babe, you should get some rest. You look exhausted," I point out and she smiles at me softly. After setting the cup down on the nightstand, Maggie curls up on the bed and quickly falls asleep.
I spend the rest of that day and the entire next day taking care of Maggie and she gradually becomes healthier. I wake up in the morning after the second day of helping her to the smell of Maggie making coffee. I notice right away that I feel nauseous and clammy.
"Babe, I think you got me sick!"
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Supergirl Imagines
FanfictionOne shots of Sanvers and Supercorp mostly, but I take requests. Send me an idea if you have one you'd like to see.
