Andrew Siwicki Imagines

You're sick - 8

Written on June 6th, 2020.

*Y/n's pov*
I woke up today with the absolute worst headache in the world. As well as the fun feeling of your entire stomach being pumped out of your mouth in a span of 5 minutes as soon as you wake up. For no reason either. It just happened. It was supposed to be a great Sunday morning, consisting of drinking coffee when I woke up, you know, having a normal morning. But instead of that. I woke up to an empty bed beside me, a pounding headache, and a stomach with no control. (A/N: no controllll) Worst. Day. Ever.

It was now 10am and I still had zero idea where Andrew was. I knew he was here because I passed out in the bathroom and I am now in bed with a wet cloth on my head. But I have no idea where that man is. I decided to check my phone for any text messages from him, once I opened it, sure enough, there was a text message from him saying "hey baby, I know I wasn't there when you woke up or were throwing up and I'm so sorry for that. I was on the phone outside with Shane and didn't even hear you get out of bed. By the time I got back inside you were passed out on the ground, so brought you back to bed and buy a wet wash cloth on your forehead."
"I am currently at the store getting Graval and Advil since we ran out. I'm also getting soup. I love you and I should be home soon, hang in there babe. 🤍" . Damn he's amazing. I don't know what I did to deserve this great little red head that I call a boyfriend, but I seriously cannot believe he's mine.

By the time I was out of my head again, I had thrown up another time, and gained enough strength to sit up and drink the water that Andrew left me before he left to go to the store. As I was drinking the water, I heard the front door open, close, and lock. As well as my boyfriend's shoes being kicked off by the door. I heard bags being set down on what I'm assuming was the kitchen counter and then footsteps headed towards me. Then sure enough, Andrew appeared in the doorway. Cute smile on his face, wearing his classic adidas sweats, KC hat and a hoodie that I wore last week (yes it's his). "Hey baby, how're ya feelin'?" "Like shit" he chuckled, "I'm sorry bub, I wish I was the one that was sick" "it's fine, we all go through it at some point in time, right?" "Yeah, true. Anyways, I bought more water bottles too since I noticed that we were running low on those too, and the soup is in the cupboard ready to be made when you feel like eating, I'll obviously make it for you. Since that's what I'm here for." "Hey Andrew?" "Yes my love?" "I love you, and thank you, but can you come cuddle?" He giggles. "yeah".

The rest of the day was spend watching movies and mostly sleeping, as well as him making you soup. The day wasn't as shitty as it started out to be, by the end of it at least.

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Hey guys, I thought about writing this since i was sick last week like this. It was kind of shitty since I literally couldn't leave my bed without passing out. So, fun. Anyways. Love you guys. <3

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