Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Sick // Ethan Dolan

not trying to gross anyone out or anything...

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~10 p.m~

I woke up in the morning, my stomach hurting and my head pounding. I smelled food and it only made things worse. I got out of bed, hoping that it was only an early morning thing. When my feet hit the floor, a wave of nausea and dizziness spread throughout my body. I groaned,

"Fuck." I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach. The door creaked slightly, signaling that Ethan had come in. I shook my head,

"I-I'm not hungry." I dry heaved involuntarily. I tried to stand up, but my legs gave out on me. Ethan caught me, taking a long stride across the room,

"Y/N, what happened?!" He rubbed his thumb over my cheek. A stomach cramp hit me hard and the nausea got worse. I dry heaved again, regurgitating the slightest bit. I scrambled out of Ethan's arms, vomiting into the trash can. The stomach cramps made my insides feel like an accordion, forcing larger amounts of waste out of my system. I finished hurling, my lunch and dinner from the night before dealt with accordingly. I stood up, laying right back in bed,

"I'm sorry." I picked at my nails. Ethan cupped my cheek,

"Don't be." He kissed my forehead. I inhaled deeply,

"But you spent all that time cooking and I can't even eat it because I don't wanna throw it right back up." I held my head. Ethan scooted the trash can to the edge of the bed,

"Well, now I can spend the day taking care of you."

~2 p.m~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I told Ethan to get lost and watch T.V before he caught my virus, so, I was literally all alone in the bedroom with no entertainment other than my phone. I had started getting normal flu symptoms (cough, headache, runny nose, etc.) and, out of nowhere, I keeled over, vomiting clear mucus. I felt it dripping through my nose and I could feel it sitting in the very back of my throat. I thought I had gotten everything out of myself, but my body folded again and I basically dry heaved everything I had left. The feeling of forcing everything out of me hurt, thus causing a massive headache. Tears streamed down my face. I spat into the trash can, gasping. Ethan burst into the room,

"YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE FINE!" He felt my forehead. I pushed his hands away from my face,

"You're going to get sick." I sniffed, mucus embedding itself into my esophagus. He stood up, going into the bathroom. I heard running water and a couple random noises. He walked out, holding a couple of wet washcloths and some medicine bottle. I coughed, my larynx burning. I wheezed a breath, forcing it into my lungs,

"Thank you Ethan. You can leave now." I reached for everything he was holding, but he turned away from me slightly,

"No Y/N. You can barely sit up on your own. You're telling me that you can figure out what medicine you're supposed to take for all this shit?" He put everything on the nightstand. I nodded,

"That is exactly what I'm saying." I felt something running out of my nose. Ethan grabbed a towel and wiped my nose and mouth for me,

"Just let me do this one thing for you." His pleading eyes sparkled. I relaxed,

"Fine. I just don't want you to get sick." I sneezed, evoking a cough. Ethan wiped my face again, turning bottle after bottle. He picked one up, the label reading Benadryl. I looked at the tablet he gave me. He walked out of the room, returning with a water bottle. I took the water bottle from his hand,

"What if I can't keep the water down? I'll puke it out with the pill and obliterate the whole purpose of taking the pill." I looked up at him lazily. He rolled his eyes,

"Babe, just take the pill and drink the water." He raised his eyebrows. I sighed, taking a large swig of water and popping the pill with ease. I laid my head back on the pillow, taking another breath that rattled in my rib cage. Ethan was looking something up on his phone,

"It says here that drinking warm liquids will help with the wheeze. I'm going to go heat up some hot chocolate. Do you want something else?" He squatted beside me. I shook my head,

"Hot chocolate's fine." I waved my hand dismissively, immediately putting it over my eyes,

"I'm sorry. I'm being so rude." I uncovered my eyes, putting my right hand on his head and running my hands through his hair. He smiled softly,

"Don't be sorry. You're not being rude, I promise you." He laced our fingers and kissed my hand. I let my body relax,

"I swear to God, if you spend any more time in here, you're going to get sick." I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth. He shrugged,

"I guess I'm getting sick then."

~6 p.m.~ (Ethan's P.O.V)

I went to make Y/N some soup. Chicken, because it's her favorite. I turned on the burner, slowly stirring the canned soup to cook it. I heard little padded footsteps. I turned and Y/N was standing in the kitchen doorway,

"Baby, what are you doing out of bed?" I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She smiled, the facial expression lighting up her features,

"I started feeling a little better. No nausea, no headache, and the flu symptoms were suppressed by the pill." She wandered over to me, keeping her distance nonetheless. I put some soup in a bowl, placing it on the counter next to her,

"There is your chicken soup."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

I spooned some soup into my mouth, the warmth clearing my sinuses. I took a clean breath, my wheezing virtually gone. I got a bit of soup down before my stomach started to hurt,

"Ethan, I'm going to go lay back down." I smiled weakly, my body feeling feeble. I stumbled slightly, making it to the bedroom. My knees buckled, giving out, pitching me backwards onto the bed. I groaned, feeling unable to move. I stretched, cracking my arms, neck, and knuckles. The pain subsided, leaving me feeling mainly spent. I closed my eyes, shifting so my face was planted firmly into a pillow.

~3 days later~ (Y/N's P.O.V) (10 a.m)

My body felt physically stronger. I was up out of bed after 1 whole day of not leaving it. Ethan stirred,

"I see someone feels better." He stared at me sleepily. I nodded,

"Yeah. It was probably just a bad flu virus." I jumped around, careful to not be too loud. I went to the bathroom, speeding through my morning routine at lightning speed. I walked back out, in solely my underwear, slipping on one of Ethan's hoodies. Ethan got up, hugging me from behind. He breathed through his nose, the noise sounding clogged. I shook him off, getting an actually look at him. He was tinted red, his nose a deep blushy pink, and his eyes were watery. I tipped my head to the side and he coughed into his arm, the noise gruff and resembling a seal. I sighed,

"You're sick." I took a deep breath, groaning,

"I told you so."

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