Andrew Siwicki Imagines

He's Sick - 1

Written on June 5th, 2020.

*y/n's pov*
I woke up at around 9:30am, friends still playing on the T.V. From the night before. I walk into the bathroom to have a shower and wash my face (do my skincare routine) and do my makeup. Obviously I'm going light on the makeup, typically just going for mascara, brows, and and moisturizer on my face. I don't really like wearing a lot because of how hot it is in LA.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself some coffee before I head out to go to a meeting
(A/N: you're a YouTuber in most of these imagines), as the coffee is brewing i hear a groan from the master bedroom, I didn't think much of it as I quickly pour my coffee into an "on the go mug" and write a quick note to Andrew telling him where I'm going, and that I'm bringing breakfast home after my meeting.

I rushed out the door and met Damian (my camera man and best friend) at the building of which the meeting is being held. "Hey y/n" "hey Damian, sorry I'm late, I woke up late and had to make coffee before I left the house" "oh of course you did" "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?", I said laughing "well I mean, you literally have like 87 cups of coffee a day y/n/n (your nickname), so all I'm saying is that I'm not surprised" "ookaayyy, lets get to the meeting before Mike kills us". (Mike is your manager).

The meeting was long and boring. It was just about hiring new people and other meetings that are going to be held later on in the coming weeks. Finally, as if I couldn't be happier, the meeting ends and I say goodbye to everyone, including Damian -even though I'm meeting him later on to film- and eventually get out of the elevator from the 26th floor to the ground floor and walk to my car and start to drive home. I then realize that I was supposed to bring home breakfast so I quickly make a left turn once the light turns green and pull up to Starbucks. It was quick and easy and I wouldn't have to wait like a half an hour to get food, unlike my first option which was Denny's. I order an iced vanilla latte with soy milk (or whatever you guys want to drink haha (: ) an iced caramel latte for Andrew and a couple of cookies for us to eat since it was already 11:30 in the morning.

Once I get back home I unlock the door and set the drinks and food down, along with my vlog camera and purse, I was going to go wake Andrew up until I immediately stopped in my tracks when I heard gagging and groaning coming from the master bedroom. I look back at the living room and see Andrew's sweater lying on the couch, most likely there because he realized that I wasn't in bed anymore and went to check around the house. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard more gagging and yet another groan coming from Andrew. As I walk in the mast bedroom I see the light on in the bathroom and open the door and see Andrew on the floor looking extremely pale and sweaty. I kneel down beside him, and ask "are you okay bub?" He groans, most likely from the rising temperature of his body and a headache running through his head "no I feel like shit" "hold on", with that, I left the room. I went to the kitchen to grab some Advil, Graval, a cup of water and a wet table cloth (what do you guys call Advil where you're from?) and go back to the bathroom, "here, take this, it should help with the headache. The Graval will help with your stomach". I don't know what's happening with his stomach, I'm going to assume that it's just a bug, since he didn't drink last night or the night before. "Thank you baby" "you're welcome Andy, let's get you back to bed"- "wait" "what's up Andy?" "I'm supposed to be going to Shane's at 12 to edit" "I'm sure he'll understand Andrew, you're not feeling well and you can barely stand nor keep your eyes open" "that's true, I feel like utter crap" "I'll call him after we get you into bed, okay?" I heard him mumble a 'yes'. Once he's in bed, and changed into new clothes, I pick up my phone and call Shane. After a while he picks up "hey Shane" "hey y/n, is Andrew coming?" "Oh that's why I was calling you, he's sick, as in face in the fucking toilet haha, and he's literally bed ridden" "oh, that's okay, I'm honestly not feeling too keen myself, so that's most definitely okay" "I will tell him that, he was worried that you were going to be upset" "no no definitely not, we all have sick days" "okay then, thanks Shane, love you" "love you too y/n, tell Andrew to feel better soon" "I will, tell Ryland that I say hi, OH and pet Honey, Uno, and Cheeto for me pleaseeee" "I will, byeee" "bye Shane". With that, I hung up the phone. I walk back into the master bedroom to see Andrew laying on his side barely keeping his eyes open "Andy you could've fallen asleep, you didn't need to wait for me" he mumbles "I know, I just wanted to I guess" "we'll let's go to sleep now, and see if you feel better later, yeah?" "Okay, goodnight baby, thank you for taking care of me" "night Andy, you're most certainly welcome" "I love you y/n" "I love you too Andrew".

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Hiii, thanks for reading my first imagine. I hope it was good. It's definitely a long one, but that's what most of mine will be, so then you can get lost in them for a while at a time.
Love you guys.

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