5sos Imagines & Preferences

Michael Imagine - You're Sick

You've been sick for almost 2 days now but today was by far the worst.You were curled up underneath the bed's blanket, coughing really hard and struggling to catch your breath.After a long day of interviews, Michael walks through the front door and up the staricase. "Hey beautiful" he said with a smile as he entered into the bedroom. "Michael!!!Thank God you're here" you muttered against the pillow. "Hey how are you feeling?" he said with a sympathetic look. "Like crap...My throat hurts really bad and I can't breath" you answered breathing heavily. "Aww babe, you were fine this morning...I shouldn't have left you alone while you're in this condition" michael said as he moves across the room and sits right next to you. He then places his hand on your forehead. "Y/N you're burning up" he said with a worried face.

"Okay...I'll be right back" he said before getting off the bed. "Don't go anywhere" he said again, rushing towards the door. "Really mikey???!!!Don't worry...I'm not going anywhere" you said with a little laugh that turned into a cough.

Minutes later, he came back into the room with a bowl of cold water and a cloth. "Mum used to do this whenever I get a fever" he said after sitting again next to you. He damps the cloth in cold water and places it on your flamming forehead. He kept smiling at you as you enjoyed the coolness against your skin.. "Guess what?" he asked happily. "What?" you replied. "I cooked...I made you some soup to help you get better...So proud of myself..I actually cooked a meal"

"I'm just shocked you didn't start a fire in the kitchen like that previous time." you said with a little laugh. "For the millionth time, it was an accident...That night wasn't supposed to turn out that way...Since it was our first anniversary, I was planning a nice dinner and a memorable night." he said with a disappointed look."Mikey it's the thought that matters...and thanks for the soup babe" you replied with your hand reaching out to his cheek. For the rest of the day, michael took care of you and made sure you're as comfortable as possible. At dinner time, he fed you the soup like a mother feeds her 1 year old. "Here comes the airplane...Open up" he cheerfully said while you laughed hard at how silly he sounds. "Wow it's actually really good...I think I should let you cook more often" you said before you opened you mouth for a next sip. "Anything for you babe". He then puts the bowl down on the bedside table and grabs the thermometer. He patiently waits for it to record your temperature until you saw a smile on his face."That's good...your temperature is back to normal...I was really worried it might get worse".

"Now...how about you get some sleep...yeah??" he added as he looked at you with a wide smile. "Okay...God I'd be a complete mess without you" you said as mikey fixed your pillows and sat next to you on the bed, running his fingers softly through your hair. "I love you Y/N...I'll be right here when you wake up" he softly whispered before he kissed your forehead. "I love you too" you said before drifting into deep sleep.