"y/n can you come in here a sec?" c/n calls from our bedroom.
"yeah." i say, walking out of the bathroom.
"do i feel hot to you?" he asks, his face slightly pale.
"let me see." i say, placing the back of my hand on his forehead.
"holy shit babe, you're burning up. i'm gonna go get you some-" i start when c/n sits up quickly and dashes out of the room.
i hear the toilet seat move up and and everything that follows. i rush into the bathroom and put a towel around his shoulder and on the toilet. he looks at me with sad eyes.
"c/n it's ok, everybody gets sick." i say, rubbing his back when his body heaves again.
"i'll go set up the bedroom." i say, leaving him alone.
i grab our largest trash can to put right beside the bed, then line his half of the bed with towels before returning to the bathroom.
i sit with my back against the drawers as he rests his head down on the toilet.
"hey, why don't you go lay down." i suggest. he glances over at me with glazed eyes and nods, struggling to get up. he slumps towards me and wraps his arm around my shoulders as i lead him to our room.
"alright, c/n, i'm just gonna brush my teeth and i'll be right back in here. goodnight!" i say, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. he hums in response.
when i come back to our room c/n's sound asleep. i smile and shut off the lights, crawling into bed.
when i wake up, c/n's still asleep. when i'm about to leave for my classes, i set gatorade and some crackers on the bedside table for him when he wakes up.
since it's friday, i luckily only have 2 classes which happen to be in the morning. the crisp wind blows, nipping at my nose as i walk to our apartment. i open the door quietly and slip inside, careful of all the squeaks and cracks that the flat has.
walking into the living room, i smile when i see c/n sprawled across the couch with blankets everywhere. i see he's sleeping so i bring him another gatorade.
"don't leave." i hear him say as i begin to walk away. i turn around.
"i thought you were sleeping!" i giggle.
"i can't sleep anymore." he says almost inaudibly.
"well, what would you like to do then." i smile.
"cuddle."
"aight babe, scootch over then." i smile, and he lifts his head up. i sit down and he rests his head in my lap.
"is this your way of cuddling?" i laugh.
"yep."
c/n almost never gets sick, so it's so cute when he is. he's so out of it and whiny but i love it. i run my fingers through his hair, bending down to kiss his forehead.
"do you wanna watch something?" i ask after a few minutes of silence.
"no, this is fine." he says, opening his eyes. i move my hands down, massaging his shoulders.
"why are you so perfect?" he smiles.
"what?" i laugh, "i'm sitting here with your head in my lap in silence."
"but it's perfect. i love you, y/n." he says.
"love you too, c/n." i say.
i feel his breathing change and he's asleep once again.
i try to get up once he's asleep for a while so i can be productive during the day but he stirs as i shift.
"where are you goingggggggg?" c/n whines.
"i dunno." i laugh, going back to my original position.
"don't leave." he whispers.
"c/n, you're not dying." i giggle.
"who knows, y/n, maybe i am!" he smirks.
"don't say that! i hate when people say that!" i lightly hit on on the shoulder.
"ayyye don't hurt the sick." he chuckles.
i shrug.
"well, what do you have to say about that?" he asks.
"by the amount of talking you're doing i'm guessing that you're feeling better so i can leave now." i joke.
he fakes coughs, causing me to smile.
"you'd have to throw up again to make me believe you."
he sits up quickly and dashes to the bathroom.
"oh my god! i didn't mean actually!" i exclaim, chasing after him.
i walk in after he's done.
"i sat up too fast." he smiles weakly.
"awww, c/n." i walk over to him and place a blanket over his shoulders.
"do you think you're done? you're shivering again." he nods and i lead him back over to the couch.
"i suppose you are still sick." i smile, tucking blankets all around him on the couch.
"why don't you find a movie or show or whatever. anything you want to watch. i'll be back in a minute."
i go to the kitchen and get a glass for his gatorade, along with a straw.
i pour the gatorade on the side table into the glass and drop the straw in, handing it to c/n.
"ok, what are we watching." i say, plopping down next to him.
"Kingsmen." he smiles.
"yessss!" i laugh, "perfect choice. now drink your gatorade. you need it. but sip it!! don't throw up again because you drank it too fast."
we watch the movie, neither of us saying a word. it's the kind of silence that's not uncomfortable because 1, we both hate when people talk durning movies, and 2, we're perfect for each other.
i give c/n a kiss on the forehead once the movie's over.
"you missed." he smiles.
"nope i kissed you exactly where i wanted to." i laugh.
c/n pouts.
"i don't want to be throwing up for the next couple days!"
"we can be miserable togetherrrrr." he smiles, showing all his teeth and squinting his eyes.
i giggle at the boy i get to call my boyfriend.
"but then i'd be sick once you're better and then you'd get it again and then i would and it would be a never ending cycle and..." i drift off, hoping my point is made.
"ok ok." he chuckles.
"i'll make it up to you once you're better." i say, attempting to wink.
his laugh rumbles through his entire body.
"i love your winking." he says.
"shut up, maybe you'll get nothing once you're better." i say jokingly.
"fiiiine. can't risk it." he winks correctly. i shake my head at him and smile.
"what's next?" i ask, and we look through netflix to continue our day.
FULL CREDIT TO ORIGINAL WRITER
