The Originals Preferences

#54 He Takes Care Of You When You're Sick

Klaus: You were all shaky and your body just couldn't figure out if you were hot or cold. One minute you were bundled up shaking, next minute you were hot with sweat dripping down your forehead. Klaus came over to you when you were really cold. He hugged you and kissed you on your clammy forehead. "Hey, babe." He whispered. "H-hi." You shivered. "Would you like me to get you anything?" You shook your head 'no'. You felt too weak to talk or anything. "You sure? I made chicken noodle soup." You looked up at him. You had no appetite whatsoever but he knew chicken noodle soup was your favorite. "I d-don't know if I can e-eat it." You stuttered. "Aw, babe. I have it all ready. Please just eat. For me?" You couldn't deny it. You took a few bites here and there. It felt heavy in your stomach. "I'm done. I not hungry anymore." You said. He nodded and took the soup away then came back to cuddle with you on the couch.

Elijah: You had the worst migraine known to man - or at least that's what it felt like. Your head pounded and light just made it worse. Elijah wasn't home, so you went in your bedroom and laid down with the light off with no sound at all. You quickly drifted to sleep till you felt a warm hand touch your forehead. You woke up to Elijah sitting beside your head with comforting brown eyes. "You feeling okay? It's unusual for you to nap." He asked worriedly. "I don't know. I have a really bad migraine." You whispered because any normal talking voice sounded like yelling. "Oh, okay." He nodded and left the room. He soon came back with some pain medicine. "Here. I just want my baby to feel better." He smiled and handed you the medicine with a cup of water. You took the medicine and felt your eyelids grow heavy once more. Elijah crawled into bed next to you and kissed your cheek and took a small nap. Once you woke up the migraine had faded away and you enjoyed a movie night with Elijah.

Marcel: Your stomach had been hurting all afternoon. You left work early due to the pains in your stomach. You flopped down on the couch and clutched your hurting stomach. You laid your head on the pillow. It felt like someone was putting your insides on fire. You got up to take some medicine but right when you got up you got dizzy so you sat back down. You decided to just stay there until Marcel got home. You didn't want to risk anything. Marcel walked through the door. He hung up his coat and came to you when he saw your pale face. "Babe? You okay?" "Hm, I'm not quite sure." You whispered. "Why? What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. "I don't know. My stomach hurts and I feel dizzy." You looked into his eyes. He stared right back into your eyes. "You need to go to the doctor? Need me to get anything?" "No I don't want to go to the doctor. Just grab me some medicine for stomach aches, please." He nodded and stood up and got you a heating pad and some medicine. The heating pad felt amazing. "Feeling better?" He asked, kissing your cheek. "Much." You nodded, laying your head on his chest, hearing the beat of his heart.

Vincent: Every bone on your body was aching. Your arms, your legs, your head. Everything. You felt like you were a punching bag previously and had gotten hit by one too many punches. Your throat was sore to a point of where you couldn't talk. Vincent stayed home from work since you woke up like this. Vincent called you to the sink. You weren't sure why, but you did as you were told knowing you couldn't argue since you couldn't talk and you felt so weak. "Here." He handed you a cup of water. You were bringing it to your lips, not sure why Vincent called you over to drink water. "No no no no." Vincent shook his head. "It's hot salt water. You gargle it. It's an old remedy my grandmother taught me. It really does work. It makes the soreness go away and you will get tons better a lot sooner!" You looked at him skeptically. "Really! It works! Just try it, love." You did as you were told and gargled the whole cup of water. Once you were done you went to lay back down on the couch. Vincent came over with some medicine and came back with some Pepsi since that was the only thing you'd drink with your sore throat. Soon you felt like you could actually talk. "I can talk!!" You smiled. "Told you the saltwater would work. Don't question my motives." He smirked and came over to kiss your lips till you stopped him. "You don't want to get sick, right?" You laughed. He smiled. "I don't care. Just give me a kiss." You took your hand away and kissed him. Not even one week later and he was sick too and now you were the one taking care of him.

Josh: You were sitting at work. You felt horribly sick, so you went to the bathroom since you felt so dizzy and nauseous. You locked the door and laid your head against the stall door. Your head was getting clammy and you felt like there was food from your breakfast earlier threatening to come back up. Soon, as you suspected, it came up. You called Josh feeling too sick to even text. "Hey babe!" You heard Josh through the phone. "Josh?" you whispered. "What's wrong, babe? Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly through the phone. "No. I got sick at work. I think I have the flu. I'm all shaky and I need to come home. I don't think I can drive myself." You felt tears stream down your cheek with embarrassment and just because you didn't feel good. "I'm on my way. I'll ask Elijah to drive me over so I can take your car." "Alright. Please come soon." You begged, wanting to leave as soon as possible. "I'm coming, okay? Hang in there, babe. We're almost there." You nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Okay. I love you." "I love you, too." You smiled and you felt more food threaten to come up till it actually did. You soon saw Josh enter the ladies' restroom without any embarrassment on his face and a bag in another hand. "You're in a ladies' restroom and you don't feel embarrassed at all?" You tried to laugh. "No." He smiled. "Here. I brought you some pajamas for you." You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You slid on the fuzzy pants and the shirt over your head. You did it managing not to stand up. You weren't sure how you did - but you did. He came into your stall with you. You tried standing up but couldn't do it alone. "I'm too dizzy." You whimpered. He picked you up and took you to your car. He put you in the passenger seat and drove off to your house. He carried you into the house. "Don't you need to go to work?" You asked him as he sat down. "No. You're sick. I'm staying here. He laid on the couch with you and brought you water and a wet washcloth for your head and stayed with you the whole day.

Jackson: Your stomach twisted in agony as you puked again. After violently being sick, you sat back and wiped your mouth with a shaky hand. You forced yourself to stand and walk to the vanity where mouthwash awaited. You rinsed your mouth to rid yourself of the vile taste of vomit, before stumbling out of the washroom and collapsing on the couch. "Still getting stuff up?" Jackson asked, staring at you with sympathetic eyes. You nodded your head, grabbing the blanket that you had thrown away in haste, and tucked it under your chin. "I hate this," You grumbled, curling up in the fetal position to ease the pain in your abdomen. "Here," He came up to you, placing a hand on your forehead before frowning. "You still have a fever, babe. I'm going to grab you a tablet, see if you can hold it down long enough to break the fever." He walked away, making you grimace at the thought of food. "Please no." You said when he returned. He smiled, clucking his tongue. "You're like a little kid. You've got to." He said, sitting down on the edge of the seat where you were. You groaned, before sliding yourself into a sitting position before grabbing your glass of water. "I hate you," You said before placing the tablet on your tongue and swallowing. You could feel it go down, and you frowned as you put the water back. "I know you love me," He said laughing, as you sank down again to lie on the couch. "It will be over soon, it's just the flu (Y/N)." "Something that was birthed by Satan himself," You muttered, burrowing your chin under the blankets in a futile attempt to keep warm. "You should stay away from you so you don't get this demonic plague." You said, sniffling. "I'm fine," He said. "It's you I'm worried about." He brushed a few strands of hair off of your clammy forehead before giving you a fleeting smile. "Want to sleep?" He asked, patting your frozen feet. You nodded your head, as he stood up, leaving for a moment and coming back with a second blanket. He draped it over your shivering body leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple before smiling. "I'll wake you up in a few hours to see if you can hold down any crackers or something." He said. "Call me if you need me," He said, flicking off the lights and plunging the room into darkness. "I love you," You managed to mumble out. "I love you too, it will be all better soon." Jackson told you, before leaving the room, and shutting the door. You curled up, trying to get comfortable and warm but to no avail could you manage both. You sighed, shutting your eyes, hoping that rest and sleep would make this go away.