Don't Leave Me! (Alfred F Jones X Reader)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒

Y/N woke up feeling sick to her stomach. The bathroom felt too far away. She sat there, on the bathroom floor waiting for the sickness to pass. It didn't. A few minutes later Alfred walked into the room where his wife sat.

"Are you alright?" Alfred asked, panic rushing into his voice.

"I think I just have a little stomach bug," Y/N threw up again. Little? No. She felt miserable. She didn't want to bother him though, she could take care of herself and hope that it would pass soon. Alfred didn't really know how to help sick people. He'd only really seen Arthur sick. All those times, Alfred failed at helping. Apparently hamburgers didn't cure the sick.

Alfred decided to call Arthur and tell him he couldn't make it to the meeting. They would understand, hopefully. Y/N threw up for what felt like the hundredth time. Alfred got down on his knees. He felt helpless, seeing the girl he loved in, even if she claimed it was nothing, a painful situation. Alfred decided, not knowing what else to do, to rub Y/N's back. The throwing up slowly died down but the nausea stayed. Alfred carried her to their bed and laid her down. She pulled the blankets up to her face closing her eyes. Alfred curled up next to her, she laid her head on his chest. She managed to fall asleep which greatly helped the nausea.

The next few days went the same. Throwing up in the mornings and nausea the rest of the day. Y/N wasn't eating much. Anything she did eat would just worsen the nausea. Alfred got worried on the fifth day, Y/N wasn't getting any better. To him, it just seemed like it got worse.

Alfred pulled out his phone to call the person he thought might be able to help, or technically three.

"Arthur?" Alfred's voice was quiet talking into the phone, uncharacteristically. He was always happy and energetic, calling people dude. He found it hard to stay so happy now. Y/N seemed so sick. He spent the last few days trying to comfort her, she was always tucked into his side. He would sometimes leave her side to get her food or go to the bathroom but when he would come back she always seem worse then when he left. A few times he came back to her crying. Was it that bad? She claimed it wasn't but it looked much worse then she claimed.

"Yes?" Arthur's seemed irritated.

"Y/N is really sick... She has been for the last few days."

"I'm coming." Arthur had a soft spot for Y/N. She was very nicer to him then the other people he hung out around. He was grateful Alfred found someone like her. She make Alfred so happy.

It didn't take too long for Arthur to make it to the Jones house. Francis and Matthew had convinced Arthur to take them with him. After a few minutes of arguing he had caved in. When they got to the door Alfred opened it for them leading all three up to Y/N. She was asleep when they got there.

"Help her.. Please," Alfred muttered.

Arthur smiled sadly at Alfred. "It doesn't look like I can."