Team Edge & Hi5studios Imagines (x Reader)

Weak immune system (Joey)

23, requested by OwONuggets

I wake up around 5 as my stomach flips. Oh no- OH SHIT. I run to the bathroom and threw up yesterday's blue cheese salad. Yuck, Not a fun feeling.

I spend some time, kneeing in front of the toilet until it felt like my stomach was out of blue cheese. I go back to bed and try to fall asleep. Success, but in the morning... oh mama.

Head: pounding, skin: pale af, eyes: red and hurting like after starring straight at the sun... it was worse than the worst hangover. Not to mention I had no idea what time or day it was.

I get up slowly to make sure I don't trigger my stomach no more and walk to the kitchen, checking my phone on the way. With an annoying headache and thermometer showing about a 100 degrees, I pick up the phone.

It was almost 11 am and I had 5 missed calls from my colleagues. I was about to reply to them, reassuring everyone I am alive, but then new incoming call. My dude, Corey.

"Hey man." I say in a raspy voice.
"Dude, finally. Where are you?" Corey almost yelps.
"At home?" I snap sarcastically.
"Did your alarm clock oversleep?"
"It wasn't the alarm's fault. Yesterday's salad has been a burden."

"Ah, what did you do?"
"Well, I threw up and, big surprise, I'm not feeling very well right now."
"I see your having that wEak ImMunE sYSteM"
"You're not wrong about that."

"I feel ya, but... are you ok in general?"
"I might've developed a flu caused by bacteria from the food poisoning."
"So you're not coming to work today. Fine, I'll be bored at the office on my own then. " He giggled along with me.

"Take care, (Y/n)."
"Thanks dude." I said, but before I hung up, I heard a quiet rustle, like someone else was with Corey on the phone. Question is who?

As I walked into the kitchen, I open a fridge and stare at its empty insides, hoping for something edible to appear. In slight despair, I plop on the bed, throwing a blanket over me.

Yes, I had plans to do some shopping today. I roll off the mattress, wrapped in blanket like a burrito. Would I get away with rolling to Walmart? Probably not.

It wasn't long until I heard a knock on the door. And who may that be? I wander to the door, waiting for a headache to wear off as I slowly turn the knob. My puffy eyes look up and spot a tall, blonde guy in a baseball hat and too big tee. Even at this moment, my overheated brain recognized the person right away.

It was my another friend from work, Joey. He was the last person I wanted see today. Why? Because... I may consider him as my crush..? Just a little bit...? But still.
"Hello (Y/n)." He said. I let out my breath, not realizing I was holding it.

"Hi Joey. What are you doing here?" I tried to play it cool, but the husky voice wasn't making it easier.
"I've heard you're struggling with that wEak iMMuNe sYsTEm." He joked and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Corey already made that joke."

"Oh." He pouted and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, can I come in?" I raised my eyebrows at the sudden topic change and made a room for him to get in.
"Ugh, sure, but you still didn't answer my question."
"Oh yeah, silly me." Joey facepalmed as he let himself in to my house. "I'm here to take care of you."

"I don't need to be taken care of. I'm fine, it's just a flu." I crossed my arms. Obviously, I was not okay with my friend visiting and seeing me while I look like a dying bush. But on the other hand, I have a guy I find really attractive, come to my house without even asking him. I don't know if I should be happy or start crying.

"I'm not a 5-year-old, I can take care of myself." I keep up my pep talk, while Joey walks out of the kitchen and carries, what I believe was, my shopping list. He looked up at me when he finished reading it. I knew what he was going to do.