Eddsworld Preferences (Fem!Reader)

8) They/You Get Sick

Edd:
     "(Y/N)? Are you alright?" Edd asked from outside of your bedroom, poking his head in after a short moment. "You haven't left your room all day." With a soft cough, you replied.
     "I'm alright, Edd...just got a cold or something..." Your tone was raspy, your throat was sore, and your nose was runny. Having noticed your condition before you announced it, Edd hurried beside you and sat on your bed, beside your pale form. His gaze moved around your face before he cleared his throat and looked at your bedside table.
     "Do you need anything?" He asked, voice laced with concern. You smiled at his kindness.
     "Yes, please...a few cough drops and some water would be good." You said, coughing a little bit afterwards. With a nod, Edd hurried off and and got what you needed, then returned with a smile. He set the cough drops on your bedside table, and handed you the water. With a small, tired smile, you took it and sipped it slowly. After a moment, you set it back down and relaxed. "Thank you, Edd..."
     "Oh, don't worry about it. Just call me if you need anything, okay?" After you nodded, he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, then left the room once more.

Tom:    
     He had gotten drunk, unfortunately, and now you had to take care of him. Sure, you didn't mind all that much, but it still kind of bothered you because he acted like a six-year-old. Either calling for you from across the house, tugging at your shirt to get you to stay with him, or being stubborn when he had to take some pain killers, it just kind of got on your nerves. However, he was your boyfriend, and it was your duty to deal with him.
     "(Y/N)...!!" He called once more, causing you to groan and pinch the bridge of your nose. With a deep breath, you excused yourself from your conversation with Edd, and went to Tom's room. Leaning against the doorway, you were greeted by a pouty Tom, who looked to be in more pain than you would really like. He motioned you to 'come closer', which you did, and quickly gripped onto your (F/C) hoodie with the strength of a bull terrier's jaw. You sighed once more and leaned towards him.
     "What do you need, Tommy?" You asked. He huffed at the nickname.
     "Head hurts..." He stated, You huffed out a chuckle and rolled your eyes.
     "I'm sorry about that, man." You said sarcastically. He did not seemed pleased, and tugged at your hoodie again. Getting the signal, you sighed and loosened his grip on you.
     "I'll be right back..." You said, leaving the room to get you some pain pills.
     "I love you...!" He called out.
     "Oh, shut up!" You called back.

Matt:
      It was Summer, and you wanted to go swimming. A new pool had opened a few streets away from you, and you had already gotten some equipment packed and ready. All you needed now was your lover, Matt, who was still in his room. Thinking nothing of it, you knocked on his door, then let yourself in. What you saw made your heart drop.
      There, on the middle of the floor, rested Matt. His breathing seemed a little groggy, and he sniffled every now and again. You slowly stepped closer to him, soon kneeling beside him and, gently rubbing his back.
      "Mattie?" You asked softly, gaining a soft groan from the ginger as he turned to you. His cheeks were a bit pink, and his eyes held, what seemed to be, distress. He gently coughed and turned his head away from you.
      "M-Mornin'..." He spoke tiredly, wiping at his eyes and letting out a soft whimper. You gave him a sympathetic expression and smiled at him.
      "Morning. I'm guessing you're not ready to go swimming?" You asked almost teasingly. He seemed to beam at the thought and, as if forgetting his current state, rose up quite quickly. With a groan, however, he placed a hand on his head and laid back down. You let out a giggle and kisses his cheek. Swimming would have to wait.

Tord:
     You don't often get sick. When you do, it's mainly either allergies or a little cold. However, there was this one time when you had gotten the flu. The entire time that you had it, other than laying in bed and/or throwing up, you would plot your revenge on whoever it was that gave you the illness. You believed that it was your best friend, (BFF/N), so they were the #1 suspect.
     "Where did you last see them, Min elskede?" He asked, taking out a pen and aiming it over his journal, which was already filled with some fun little notes and plans. You let out a soft giggle, coughed, then explained where you had last seen (BFF/N). With a nod, Tord wrote it all down and closed the journal after he was done.
     "They are going down." He spoke playfully, causing you to laugh a little. With a smile, he placed a kiss on your cheek and handed you the journal, reading over all of your notes with you for a little while. After a short while, you two had ended up falling asleep just like that, in each other's arms, and his journal on your chest.
     All-in-all, it was pretty fun to plan out a full-on spy mission to get revenge on your friend. After about a week or two, you had gotten over the illness, but you still did get revenge on your friend. You stuffed pie in her face, and it was great (Tord got it on camera).

Ell:
     It was your 7 month anniversary, and you were stuck in bed with the stupid flu. When you woke up, you had thrown up, which worried the living daylights out of Ell. For the rest of the day, she had taken care of you as best as she could, while also staying away from you because she didn't really feel like getting sick. At times, when your stomach was actually nice to you, you and Ell joked a bit, and shared a few laughs. It didn't take too long for you to begin to feel a little bit better.
     "So, you're telling me that you had to physically fight Tamara to stop her from smacking Tori with her bass?" You coughed out, blowing your nose soon after. With a giggle, Ell nodded and placed a sweet kiss on your head.
     "Oh yeah. It was so funny, and I did get a black eye, but it was all fine in the end." She answered. This made you pause. You crumpled the tissue up and set it in the bedside trash bin. Did she just say that she got a...black eye?
     "Wait...you got a what?" You asked protectively, even in your sickly state. Noticing your sudden change in emotion, Ell waved her hands frantically and giggled.
     "Nonono! It's fine! I'm fine! Nothing bad happened!" She tried, but you were already planning on ways to get back at Tamara for hitting your baby girl, even if it was accidental. Unfortunately, your plans had to stop because you had to throw up.

Tamara:
     "I thought I told you to be careful with your alcohol, Tam.." You spoke slowly, rubbing your girlfriend's back as she spewed out a few more vomit. The smell in the bathroom was disgusting, but you still chose to stay with her.
     "You d-" She was interrupted by another vomit session. You sighed and shook your head.
     "Don't talk. Your throat is probably dying as it is." You spoke gently, causing your lover's tense figure to soon relax. After a short moment, she let out a soft sigh and shrunk back from the toilet. She glanced back at you, and leaned her form against your legs. She didn't say anything, much to your relief, but she still did break your heart with her sorrowful expression.
     "Hey, c'mon. I'll take you to the bed, okay? I'll get you whatever you need..." You spoke softly once again, carefully helping Tamara up, who was acting a bit stubborn for a moment. Once you got her on the bed, you hurriedly ran off to get some water for her, then came back and gave it to her. Once you did, she gave you the slightest of smiles.
     "Thank you...(Y/N)..." She spoke slowly.
     "What did I say?" You playfully replied before kissing her forehead gently. She really was such a rebel sometimes.

Matilda:
     "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Let's go to the ma-(Y/N)?" You ginger girlfriend stopped at your doorway as she looked over your drowsy form. You had gotten a cold, headache and all, and it was kinda kicking your butt at the moment. You lifted your head to look at her, eyes half-lidded as your lips lifted into a lazy smile.
     "Hey, beautiful...what's going on?" You said, tone raspy. You cleared your throat to fix this, but it didn't really seem to help much. With a sigh, you leaned against the wall and looked back down into your lap. Matilda stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your knee. Lifted your head once more, you were met with the calming eyes of your girl. She was giving you a reassuring smile, that you couldn't help but return. Much to your surprise, she sat beside you and let you rest your head on her shoulder.
     "I cannot let my (Y/N) be sick all by herself, now can I?" She spoke with a smile. You rolled your eyes and placed a loving kiss on her shoulder.
     "If you get sick, it's your fault. I hope you know that..." You said. With a giggle, Matilda nodded.
     "Oh, I know! It'll be worth it, though!"
     In the end, Matilda ended up getting sick and wouldn't stop complaining. So much for it being 'worth it'.

Tori:
     "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Your girlfriend called from your shared bedroom, causing you to pause in your tracks and make your way to her. Looking in, you say that she was holding some kind of thermometer. You looked over her shoulder and gawked a bit as you read the number. 100.3. You backed away from her almost immediately, took the thermometer from her grasp, and pushed her onto the bed. With a huff, she looked up at you in confusion. Noticing this, you pointed at her and made a few rules.
     "You are going to stay here, relax, get comfortable, I don't care. You are not going anywhere. I'm going to get you some water, medicine, and a book. I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight-" She seemed to want to interrupt you on that part, but you stopped her, "I. Am. Sleeping. On. The. Couch. Tonight, and you cannot stop me. Now, you stay here with your cute self, and I am going to be right back." With that, you turned and left the room, much to Tori's dismay. When you came back, you guys got into a little bit of an argument, but in the end it was alright.