The Outsiders Imagines/Headcannons

Sick/ Darry imagine

You were at work, doing same old boring stuff but at least it made you money.
You didn't really feel all good waking up in the morning but you decided to go to work to get your paycheck.
As the day went on, you thought you'd get better. Instead, you got worse.
You sniffed through your puffy nose and continued working.
You felt a headache coming on and you felt cold.
All your co workers looked at you with worry.
"Um, Y/N?" One of them asked.
"What?" You said drowsily.
"Maybe you should take the day off, you look sick."
"No, it's allergies. I'm fine."
You stumbled a bit and rubbed your forehead. You looked like you were about to faint.
You were sent home early by your boss. You almost forgot that you were supposed to meet your boyfriend Darry at his house to cook food together.
You walked all the way there, stumbling a bit and swerving.
You reached his house and walked through the door.
The gang was all there watching TV.
"Hi Y/N!" Soda greeted you.
You gave a tired, weak wave. You rubbed your aching forehead and shivered, but it was pretty warm inside.
"Hey, you alright?" Pony asked.
"You don't look so good." Johnny pointed out.
"I'm fine!" You groaned.
You didn't feel fine at all. You didn't take anything or rested so you felt like you were going to drop at any minute.
"Darry!" Steve called out to the kitchen, "Your girl ain't lookin so good!"
Darry came rushing from the kitchen and immediately to you.
"Why?" He asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Darry, I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
He pressed the back of his hand on your forehead.
"You're burning up."
"No I feel cold."
"You have a fever."
"No I don't." You grumbled.
"Yes you do." Darry said back, "You look sick and your acting sick. You're as pale as a sheet. You have to rest, Y/N."
"No I don't. If I was sick, could I do this?"
You stood still and everyone watched silently with confusion and concern.
"Um," Two broke the silence, "What are you doing?"
"Cartwheels." You said.
"Okay, you're sick." Darry said.
"No!" You denied.
You took one step and fell to the floor, luckily Darry caught you before you hit the ground.
He carried you like a baby and you past out cold on him.

You woke up on the couch with a couple blankets covering you and a wet cloth on your forehead.
Everyone was gone from the living room.
You were about to get up when Darry walked in to check on you.
"Hey, you're awake." He said with a smile, "Do you feel better?"
"A little bit." You said in a raspy voice. Your headache was not as bad and the color on your face was starting to come back a little.
"Hang on just a minute." He said as he walked to the kitchen.
He came back with a tray of soup and lemon tea.
He sat next to you and was about to hand the tray to you.
You tried to sit up but you felt so weak and sick. Darry noticed and stopped you.
He fed you instead. You were sheepish, Darry was so thoughtful and caring.
"Darry you shouldn't be here taking care of me." You said.
"Well, you're in my house and on my couch." Darry joked, "But why shouldn't I take care of you like this?"
"Because you might get sick."
He cupped your face with his hand. He gave you a soft smile that made you melt.
"I'd rather get sick than not take care of you."
"Darry..."
The door suddenly burst open.
"We're back!" Two announced loudly.
"You feeling better?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah, thanks!" You said, "Where'd y'all go?"
"We decided to get stuff for you!" Soda grinned as he handed you the bag.
You opened it and it was filled with your favorite things.
"Darry told us what you liked." Pony explained.
Tears started filling your eyes.
"Thank you!" You sobbed.
Everyone smiled and laughed. Darry hugged you and rubbed your back.
"Thank you Darry." You sniffed into him.
"Anything for you, my princess." He said as he kissed your forehead.