Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal boyfriend scenarios

Trey x sick!Reader

Thank you @ReginaldKastle24 for the request! <3

You shivered down into the mattress of your bed as another violent tremor shook your upper body, causing you to groan in discomfort. You reached lazily for a tissue on the side of your bed and you blew your nose. You were ill. Very ill. You suspected it was just the flu, but unfortunately, some vague google searches had convinced you that you were maybe going to die. (PSA only google your symptoms if you have a reliable source for medical help or information, google always jumps to conclusions aha)

This did nothing to comfort your long-term boyfriend.

When you texted him an article saying your simple headache could mean you had to go to hospital if it didn't stop, you got hundreds of panicked messages where you watched Trey go into full panic and caring mode.

You received his final message, saying "I'm on my way" about five minutes ago.

With another small shudder, you bundled yourself up in your blanket and closed your eyes.

"I'm here!"

You jolted up in surprise as Trey burst into your bedroom, immediately hurrying to your side with a small medical bag enclosed in his hand. He hooked up his leg and leant onto the side of your bed, frowning at your sickly state.

"Hello." You said with a croaky voice, which made his eyebrows furrow.

"Good morning, my love." He smiled at you, gently brushing his fingers against your forehead to push away some of your hair and feel your burning temperature. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad." You pouted and his shoulders slumped.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner." Trey rummaged in his little bag and pulled out a thermometer, he gently pushed it into your mouth and slipped his other hand into your own, carefully swiping his thumb across your knuckles to try and comfort you.

"Don't you have work to do today?" You asked, but he just shook his head.

"I'd rather be with you, no matter how important my work is." He replied with a sure tone, stroking the back of his hand against your burning cheek. He took the thermometer from underneath your tongue and examined the result. "You definitely have a fever. I read everything I could before I got here, so I brought some good medicine."

Trey helped you sit up in bed and brough the pill to your lips, holding a glass of water there too and helping you drink. When he was sure you swallowed the pill, he shuffled closer towards you, semi-cradling you in his arms. "Thank you." You mumbled, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

"It's alright, try to get some sleep, I asked Quinton to come over later, he'll make some soup for you."

You giggled slightly at the thought of the stoic and serious Quinton in a small apron, doing actual hands-on cooking.

Trey tightened his grip on your hand and slowly began to lie down, he propped his elbow up next to your head, so he was hovering over your side, watching over you with a gentle smile. You noticed the not-so-subtle hint of worry in his emerald eyes, his other hand slowly twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers, brushing his fingertips soothingly against the side of your face.

"I promise I'll be here when you wake up." He said, pressing his lips to your temple, so gently it was as if a butterfly had just landed on you. By the time he drew away, you were already asleep, and the sight of you lying there quietly, sleeping soundly, eased a little bit of paranoia inside him.

He gently squeezed your hand again and didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

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