Damien Haas Imagines

sick

"Y/n" our intern peeked her head in the smosh games room.
"How can I help you?" I politely asked
"Matt's calling you."

I stood up. I can't help but to sigh and think. I do my job perfectly and I always come in time because I'm little overthinker and I want everyone to like me. For the whole year, I've been trying to impress Matt with my work skills, acting skills and all of my skills that is inside my body.

I followed our intern through Matt's office.

"Is there something I've been doing wrong?" I asked Matt.

"What? No. You're fine."
"Then why did you call me?"
"Damien has been absent for a week now. And he's not answering my calls."

"I don't know anything about that." I raised both of my hands.

"I want you to check on him." He said
"Why me? Why can't you just send one of your assistants there or Shayne?"
"We did but he didn't answer the door but I know he's in there. And Shayne is on vacation overseas."

"And what is the chance that he will open the door for me?"
"Are you arguing with me?"

I forgot who I was talking to. I cannot do anything but obey his orders.

"Okay but I can't promise you that he will let me in."

Honestly, Damien and I are not that really close. We do talk but rarely. He is a fun guy to be with, based on what I see whenever he is around his friends.

After my work, I packed my things and went to Damien's house. I rang the doorbell, knocked on his door; nothing. Maybe he is really shutting his world.

"Damien. It's y/n" I said loudly and knocked on the door.

Still nothing. What is it with this guy? Did he flew out of the country already? I turned the doorknob and it wasn't locked.

I went in and tiptoed my way. Why am I tiptoeing, I'm not a fucking criminal. I walked normally and tried to find him.

"Damien." I called out
"It's y/n. I'm sorry I came in. The door was unlocked" I announced.

No response. I looked in his bedroom, no signs of Damien. I opened his bathroom and there I found him laying in his bathub, closed eyes. I ran to him and checked his pulse. I let out a deep breath when I felt a pulse.

"What happened to you, dude?"

I helped him get up and walked him to his bed. His eyes was still close. I checked for his temperature, he is sick. He didn't even tell anyone, not even Shayne. I took off his shirt and changed him into a new one I found in his cabinet.

I wet some cloth and put it on his forehead. I know he will wake up and will be super hungry so I decided to look on what's in his kitchen. Well, there's some ingredients that I can use to make soup.

I was about to finish when I heard a cough. I looked up and saw him wrapped around with his blanket.

"Y/n?" He asked, squinting his eyes.
"Good thing. You're awake. I cooked some soup. You need to eat so you can drink your medicine."

"How did you get in here?"
"Your door was open." I said while serving him with the soup that I cooked.

"We're really worried, Damien. You've been sick for a week and you didn't even tell anyone. Matt has been trying to contact you." I said

"I'm sorry. I thought I could handle it."
"Your door was unlocked, you should probably be careful." I put the bowl on the table.

After he eat, he drank his meds. He gave me one of his spare key incase of emergency. I'm really gaining his trust.