Imagines! (Open!)

Self Care exist and its important. You clearly dont know what that is.

Shannon:

Normally this house was full of sound. May it be the boys practicing upstairs in the studio, or maybe the TV playing the latest news, or maybe it could be the sound of cooking in the kitchen and loud music playing. But not today. The liveliness of the house seemed to diminish and the only thing brightening it up was the sunlight streaming in through the window. The only sound echoing through the house is the coughing coming from the Master bedroom.

I walked up the stairs, slowly carrying a tray with chicken soup, water, and medicine on top of it. I pushed open the bedroom door and walked to the bedside. In the bed was just a lump of pillows and blankets. Or so you would think.

"Brad, here's the soup," I said, setting down the tray on the night stand.

A small groan came from the lump on the bed slowly moving to remove the blanket off his face. Bradley's beautiful up brown eyes were sunken in and droopy. His brown curls pasted against his sweat covered forehead. He was pretty sick, probably because he refuses to take care of himself properly. Which then leaves it up to me to insure his health is in tact.

Brad sat up in bed and I grabbed the soup bowl and began to feed him. He looked so weak, flu season hit him hard. He kept his eyes closed half the time, it seemed to help with his migraines. I don't know how much darker this house can get seeing as every window shade is closed and light is off. He silently ate what I gave him, being in too much pain to speak much. Afterwards I grabbed the Advil from the tray and began to open it to take a pill out.

"Nooo," he moaned, wrapping himself back up in his blankets and laying back down, "I don't want medicine. I'm fine."

"You clearly arn't. Just take the medicine, you'll feel much better I promise," I cooed, holding my hand with the pill in it.

"I'm man enough to suffer through it, I've got this!" He declared, still hiding himself under the covers.

"Clearly not man enough to drink your damn medicine and- man I dunno.. Take care of yourself." I remarked sarcastically, putting the pill back into its container.

"Its not my fault I'm sick," he whined, turning over and looking up at me through the blankets.

"How is it not? Every time you go on tour or to a performance you manage to not take care of yourself and not eat properly and this is where it gets you." I began to wrap up whatever was left and set down the medicine and water on the night stand, just in case he changed his mind.

I got up to leave when he spoke up.

"Shannon?"

"Yes my love?"

"Can you turn the A/C down? It's hot in here."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and nod, closing the door behind me. As I washed the dishes I thought of ways to get him to drink his medicine. Well.. I could try taking some thing away from him, that normally works. But he wouldn't care if I took his phone away simply because it's too bright for him to use anyways... For some odd reason the thought of that bear I gave him the last time he toured, it was supposed to be a snuggle buddy for those nights where he felt lonely... Currently it resides safely in his arms underneath all those blankets.

With the plan in mind I went back up the stairs and went to the bed. I crawled into it and just laid by his side, stroking his hair and getting it out of his face. He smiled up at me and moved the blankets so he was no longer just wrapped up in them he was just under them. Before he knew it I had taken the bear away from him and held it tightly to my chest. If right how soft it was.

"Hey! Shannon what was that for?! Give it back!" He whined, raising his voice with every word.

He flinched back into his pillow from how loud he spoke, his migraine getting worse.