sick days

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y/n pov

i wake up to the worst pain in my stomach and have to run to the bathroom and lean over the toilet.

"ugh fuck" i mentally curse at myself  for getting sick

i clean myself up and take my temperature and get back in bed when i hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"hey y/n, you awake?" my dad asks

"yeah but i'm skipping school today i don't feel all too hot" i say disappointingly

"okay as long as you keep up with your work it's fine by me" he says

"okay love you bye"

"love you too feel better" my dad says as he leaves the doorway

well, no school today so i can sleep all day woohoo
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*ding* *ding*

babe:
hey baby why aren't you at school?
hello?

y/n:
oh hi sorry i feel asleep, sorry i didn't tell you i'm sick with a 102°F fever :((

babe:
aw i'm sorry do you want me to swing by after school and cuddle?

y/n:
no i don't want you getting sick because of me or even at all.

babe:
oh well :)

y/n:
DONT YOU DARE CONNOR BRASHIER!

*no response*
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*3 hours later*

i hear a knock at the front door. wtf who is here? i open the door and see who it is and instantly close the door on who it is but they stop the door and come in

"CONNOR NO" i say and soon after have a coughing fit

"aw baby" connor coos concerned

"please get away i don't want you getting sick" i beg him

"come here" he says sternly as he pulls me into a warm and long hug and kisses my forehead.

"geez y/n you're burning up let's go to your room"

"mmk" i mumble in his chest and walk upstairs and cuddle into his arms
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*2 hours later*

"hey sweetheart it's time to wake up and take some medicine" connor says while pulling a couple strands away from my face and kisses my forehead

"okay" i say quietly and lazily

"ugh" i whimper

"what's hurting my girl?" connor says softly

"my head and stomach" i say with a raspy voice

"okay sit up and take this" connor says as i sit up and take the pill he gave me

"are you hungry at all?" he asks sounding concerned

"no i haven't eaten all day" i say guilty

"babe you have to eat"

"noo nothing is going to stay down in my stomach right now" i plead

"you don't know until you try y/n" he says convincingly

"okay"

connor brings me back soup ten minutes later and after i finish i start feeling nauseous.

"connor" i whine and put my face into his chest

"what's up baby"

"i feel like i'm going to throw up" i say weakly

"okay y/n i'll help you up" he says softly as he gives me a hand to sit and stand up and leads me to the bathroom with his hand on the bottom of my back

i throw up and connor holds my hair back and once i stop he leaves the bathroom and comes back with a cold wash cloth and puts it on the back of my neck to cool down my temperature.

"cmon let's go back to bed" connor says as he picks me up and takes me to the bed and i fall asleep in my safe place in his arms.

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