Random DDMs

You're Sick -DDM

Sorry, it's been a couple of days since I've updated. I've been busy with school and being sick myself, plus I didn't really know what to write.

I woke up and realized I felt really sick, and quickly started crying.
"Daddy!" I called out. "Daddy!"
Almost immediately Daddy came running into my room. He immediately realized what was wrong.
"Daddy," I cried. "I got sick."
Dad picked me up and held me at arms length. "Aw Y/N," he said. "Let's put you in the bath."
He carried me to the bathroom and ran a bath for me. While the bath was filling up he helped me out of my dirty pajamas. Normally I play in the bath, but I was too sick to do that. Daddy washed me off, but I didn't feel much better.
After Daddy dried me off, I just wanted to sleep, so I lay my head on his shoulder while he changed me into some new pajamas.
Then, he took me to his bed and lay me down. He went to his bathroom and got a cool wash cloth for me and some medicine. The cloth felt really good on me, but the medicine tastes gross. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep in Daddy's bed.

I feel gross. I look over and see that Daddy isn't in the bed, he must be already awake. The alarm clock next to Dad's bed says 8:52. Normally I'd be glad to miss school, but today I just feel sick.
"Daddy!" I call, wondering where he is.
"Hi Y/N," he says quietly, entering the room. "How are you feeling?"
I feel awful is the answer.
"Daddy are you going to work?" I ask.
Dad shakes his head. "No, of course not. I'm staying home to take care of you and make sure you're ok," he tells me. "Do you want to try a little bit of food?"
I shake my head. The thought of food just makes my stomach hurt more. Now, I'm crying, because I feel awful and I just want to feel better.
Dad gives me a hug and walks to his bathroom. He returns with a thermometer.
"Do I have a fever?" I ask.
"I think so. That's why I'm going to check." He takes my temperature, and gets me a cold cloth for my head.
"Y/N why don't you come lay down on the couch so you can be with Daddy," he suggests, picking me up. I nod in agreement and Daddy carries me downstairs. Once I'm settled in on the couch Daddy brings me some toast. I nibble on it a bit, but my tummy still hurts.
The rest of the day, Daddy snuggles with me. He brings me cold cloths for my forehead and popsicles and Gatorade. I'm still plenty sick by the end of the day, but I feel better knowing Daddy is taking care of me.

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Sorry this one was kind of short. Send me requests!! And as always, Treat People With Kindness!