Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Sick Day

It's currently midnight and I'm tired but I got some inspiration so idk how much cold medicine is recommended 😂 sorry

  I groan when I hear my phone ringing and don't bother to check the caller I.D.

   Maybe I should start doing that. I keep answering to spam calls or freaking serial killers who somehow manage to get my phone number.

  "Hello?" I answer. I then sniffle.

  "Y/n? Where are you? Class starts in five minutes." I recognize the voice as Stiles.

  "I'm not coming to school today. I'm sick." I grab a tissue and roughly wipe my nose.

  "You better not be kidding because we have that giant test today! I don't think the teacher would be very happy with having to wait for you to take it."

  "Thanks for the concern." I mutter and roll my eyes. "I'm hanging up. I'm tired." Before he can even respond, I hang up and set my phone down on my nightstand, groaning when my head starts to pound.

  I try sleeping but fail.

  I groan again and slowly get out of bed. When I stand, the world spins and my hands shoot out to keep me balanced. I blink and slowly start making my way to the medicine cabinet.

  I rummage through the cabinet and finally set my hands on some cold medicine. I try reading the recommended dosage but every word is blurry.

  "I just want to be able to sleep." I murmur.

  I angrily grab a small medicine cup and fill it up to the rim and quickly down it. I nearly gag.

   Liquid cold medicine is disgusting.

   I take the bottle to my room and set it on my nightstand, just in case I need it later.

   I suddenly hear the doorbell ring and slightly jump. I make my way towards the living room and open the door.

  "Wow. You weren't kidding."

  "Thanks, Stiles. You seem extra concerned today." I mutter and step aside to let him in.

  "Sorry." He shrugs. "I actually didn't believe you because you kept saying you never studied or weren't ready." He takes another look at me. "Your complexion is scaring me, please sit down."

  I give him a look. "I need to go to bed." I try taking a step but my world spins once again. Stiles quickly rushes to my side but I brush him off.

"You want to walk by yourself?" I nod. "Okay, let's see that." I glare at him and try again.

I can't see straight so of course I'm not walking straight.

  He softly laughs. "Okay. Put your arm around my—" when he lifts my arm, I collapse into him. "— or just fall on me. That works too."

  "I don't need your help. I can do it myself. I'm an independent woman." My words slur together and I can feel my eyes begin to close.

  "Okay, you're delirious. How much medicine did you even take?" He quietly asks with a chuckle.

  Stiles takes me to my room and I collapse onto my bed.

  "How much did you take?" He asks again when he sees the bottle of medicine.

  "I don't know, the whole medicine cup?" I respond before eyes start to close.

Stiles P.O.V

   "I don't know, the whole medicine cup?" I hear y/n mutter.

  I pick up the bottle and peek at the recommended and look at the medicine cup. My eyebrows shoot up.

  "The recommended is two tablespoons, you took four!" I say, turning to look at her. A smile makes its way onto my face when I see her eyes closed and hear a quiet snore.

  I set down the bottle and pull her blanket up to her shoulder.

  She looks so peaceful. I cringe. Stop staring at her while she's asleep. You're not freaking Edward, you creep.

  I shake my head before starting to walk out of her room. I look at her one last time before turning off her light.

   Even sick and fast asleep, she's still beautiful.