Rosé Imagines (gxg)

she's sick

"Come on. I've got you." You soothed Rosé as she leaned on you, holding her achy stomach as you helped her back to bed.

Your poor girlfriend was so miserable. It was only after two am when you woke up to her throwing up in the bathroom. She had a fever and beads of sweat rolled down her skin as she let little whimpers fall from her lips, each one more heartbreaking than the last.

Now that she felt a little better you decided it was best for her to lay in bed, but getting her there was easier said than done, especially since she was so sore and weak. Her legs were like jelly underneath her, each step only taken because you were there to hold her and make sure she wouldn't fall.

"Okay. You got it?" You asked worriedly as she slowly sat on the bed and then laid back. She whined when her foot got caught up in the blanket. You pulled it away and stroked a few strands of hair away from her face. "My poor baby," you cooed, trying to hide the pang of sadness going through your heart upon seeing her so sick and miserable.

"How's your stomach? Still sore? Do you feel sick again?"

She nodded, laying her forearm over her eyes to block out the light caused by the lamp on the nightstand that you had flipped on when you abruptly sat up in bed just a little bit ago, panicking at the sound alone of her being sick, only growing a little more anxious when you saw her.

You moved the empty trash can closer so she could get sick into it if she needed to. She started to shiver and reached for the blanket but you shook your head and let your hand brush across her warm shoulder. "I know something that will work better." You said as you brushed your fingers through her hair and kissed her on her forehead before getting up.

You went over to the closet and grabbed a sheet for her. You quickly threw it over her and she sighed softly as she snuggled into it, letting her tired eyes finally close.

"I'll be right back. Try to sleep." You whispered and turned back around to leave the room, but stopped when her fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Don't go, please," she whined.

"I'll be just a minute or two. I promise. If you need me, you yell for me and I'll be by your side in a heartbeat." You promised and gave her a kiss on the crown of her head before going downstairs to grab her some water before making your way back upstairs, only to hear the dreadful sound once again.

She wiped her mouth with her shaky hand just as you made your way into the bedroom. You rubbed her shoulder soothingly and let her lay back and catch her breath as you cleaned up the mess.

"Still feeling sick?"

She shook her head, much to your relief.

"Okay, that's good! Your stomach still hurting, baby? Is there anything you need? Anything that I can get you?"

You held the cup of water in your hand as she took slow sips since her hands were too shaky to hold the cup herself. She pushed it away a few seconds later and covered back up with the sheet.

"I don't want you to catch whatever this is but I also really want you to cuddle me." She admitted sadly.

You didn't hesitate for a single second. You just climbed right into bed with her and held her in your arms, knowing that what she really needed more than anything right now is you.

"I've got you. I know you feel horrible, Rosé, and I'm sorry you feel so sick. It breaks my heart to see. But I'm here, right here, and I promise that I won't leave your side. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'll get it for you. I'll take care of you till you feel better."

She cracked a small, sleepy smile against your chest where she was resting her head, comforted by the beat of your heart. "Thank you, y/n. I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You brushed your fingers through her hair and rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "Try to sleep. I'll be right here if you need anything." You whispered into her hair as you laid a few kisses there. You started to hum a familiar song, one Rosé always finds comfort in, this time being no different.

She drifted off to sleep there in your arms, finding comfort in you and your embrace. You hoped that she'd feel better soon, and you wouldn't dare leave her side until she did.