Damien Haas Imagines

comfort

It's been my fourth time going back and forth in the bathroom.

"Are you okay? What is happening to you?" Damien, my boyfriend stands on the doorway as I puked myself out in the toilet bowl.

"I'm fine. I just got the flu or something." I answered

I immediately washed my hands and lay on the bed.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
"No. I'm fineeee" I said

"Just go to work, I'll be okay." I shooed him away and closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

He kissed my forehead and I heard the door shut, signaling that he left.

After a couple of minutes, I needed some tissue really bad. Even though my body hurts so much, I stood up and looked for a tissue. I went outside of the room to find Damien in the kitchen.

"why are you still here?" I asked

He turned around immediately, "babe. why are you standing up. you should rest."

"I just needed some tissue."

He took a tissue out of the cabinet and gave it to me.

"Why are you still here? You're gonna be late for work." I said
"I'm not going to work today."
"What? Why?"
"Because you are sick."

"and?" I raised my eyebrow
"I'm gonna take care of you."

I was flattered but me being me, "But I'm fine. I can take care of myself."

"Yes you can but you needed some rest so you will feel better immediately." he said and walked towards me.

"come on now. just lay back." he guided me to the couch.
"just watch some tv while I cook you some breakfast so you can drink your medicine."

He went inside the room, coming out with a blanket and pillow.

"Just let me take care of you, for once."

I lay back and watched some Netflix until I didn't realize I fell asleep.

----
"babe" I heard a whisper.

I slowly opened my eyes, "what?"

"I cooked some soup."
"I don't want to eat." I groaned.

"You need to eat."
"I'll probably throw that up anyways."

"Come on. I'll feed you. You need to drink your medicine so you need to eat."

He help me sit up, he sat beside me, holding a bowl of soup and a spoon.

He feed me like I was a kid.

"that's hot." I said
"I'm sorry."

Sometimes I wonder when we grow old together, is he gonna treat me the same way. Is he gonna love me everyday or he will fell out of love when I start get wrinkly and my grey hairs are showing.

----
After eating and drinking my medicine, Damien encouraged me to take a bath.

"But I don't wanna take a bath." I announced.
"You need to take a bath."
"That will just worsen my fever "

"I ran hot bath for you and you need to go now." he insisted

"You're acting like a child when you are sick." he added while pulling me towards the bathroom.

I pulled off my clothes and went into the tub which is the perfect temperature for me. He really knows me.

"it wasn't that bad, huh?" he said

I shrugged my shoulder.

"okay just stay there for a little bit while I fix the bed for you."

---
After taking a refreshing bath, I went inside the room to find it clean as ever and the bed has new sheets and pillows.

"what is happening?" I asked
"I cleaned the room."
"while I was in there? that fast?"
"yes."

Oh what would I do without this man?

---
My day is just comprised of sleeping and eating.

"You know I can eat by myself, right?"
"But it's sweeter this way." Damien said while feeding me
"You just wanted to be the best boyfriend." I joked
"There's an award for that? Who am I competing with?"

I laughed at him. I feel a lot better now. My body still hurts but when he takes care of me I feel relieved.

"I'm gonna throw up." I announced.

He gave me an empty bucket standing by the side of the bed so I don't have to stand when I'm gonna barf which I refuse to that idea because the room will smell like vomit but he insisted, saying he will just clean it afterwards.

He pat my back as I puked my intestines out.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" he asked

I shooked my head, "I'm fine."

I looked at him in the eyes and asked myself how I got this lucky.

"what's with the look? what do you want?" he asked
"I wanna cuddle."
"my baby wants to cuddle, huh." he starts babytalking to me.

I hugged him and so did he. He put his weight on me which I'm too weak to hold to we fell back on the bed.

"Aww my head." I held my head which is like beating.
"I'm sorry." he said while giggling.

I put my head on his chest as he put his arm on my back.

"Damien." I spoke out softly
"yes?"
"if I got old and wrinkly, would you still love me?"
"Of course."
"You wouldn't think that I'm ugly?"
"For me, you will be the most beautiful wrinkly person in the world."

I held his other hand, "I love you, Damien."

"I love you too even if you are like a child when you are sick."