Dianna Agron Imagines (gxg)

you're sick

"Are you sure you're alright, baby?" Dianna asked as she ran her hand along your back. "You feel a little warm. I'm worried about you."

Swallowing thickly and trying to ignore the sick feeling rising in your throat you let your heavy eyes close before you shook your head slowly. "I'll be okay." You breathed out slowly and snuggled up under the blankets a little more. "I just wanna sleep."

She could see right through you. It was clear that you were coming down with something, although you just refused to admit it. But she knew that if things got too bad you'd wake her and let her know. Like you, she didn't have an easy day and her own eyes were growing heavy.

"Okay. But you wake me up if you feel worse or if you need anything at all."

You nodded and tried to fall asleep. The light turned off and she laid beside you like always. But tonight she didn't dare wrap her arms around you like she usually does. She worried that your stomach was a little too sore for that.

You were so close to falling asleep when you started to feel worse. You stirred slightly until the pain in your stomach was too overwhelming and really gave you no other choice but to stay still. You whimpered in pain and tried hard to swallow back the nauseous feeling, but you were unsuccessful. It was only becoming more intense and you were growing more uncomfortable with every second that went by.

You sat up and held onto your stomach. You tried to sneak out of bed without disturbing Dianna. You hoped you could tiptoe into the bathroom and close the door behind you and she'd sleep through it. But your stomach suddenly flipped and you had no other choice but to run out of bed and into the bathroom, which awoke Dianna in the process.

You knelt in front of the toilet and held your hair back. You whimpered before your stomach started to turn and you began to vomit.

Behind you, Dianna was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and tiptoeing behind you. Gently, she pushed your hand away and took your hair into her own. She crinkled her nose at the sound of your vomiting. It sounded so painful and it broke her heart to see you in such a state.

"Oh, baby. It's alright. Let it all out." She whispered comfortingly and continued to rub your back until your stomach settled.

It was an agonizing and long few minutes. Every flip of your stomach was more dreadful than the last. Your hands shook, your throat burned, and the repugnant taste on your tongue caused you to vomit more.

When your stomach settled it felt like it'd been hours, when it'd only been an excruciating and torturous few minutes. You took a moment to catch your breath and then fell back into Dianna's arms.

"You alright?" She asked as she brushed your fingertips along your arms soothingly.

"I think so." You mumbled weakly and closed your eyes for a moment.

You heard the toilet flush and then felt Dianna's lips on your forehead.

"You're warm." She muttered. "You've probably got a stomach bug."

You didn't miss the sadness in her voice.

"C'mon, lovely. Let's get you to bed."

She helped you stand and held you since your legs felt weak.

"Need to brush my teeth." You mumbled. "Need this taste out of my mouth."

She nodded and helped you to the sink. Quicker than ever before, you brushed your teeth and paid a little extra attention to rinsing out your mouth.

You then leaned on her and slowly and carefully, she led you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She noticed that your clothes seemed a little damp from sweat. She assumed it was a mix of the force of the vomiting and your fever. But without hesitation, as soon as you were on the edge of the bed she was rushing to the closet to grab you a clean shirt.

One of her shirts, to be specific.

She helped you out of your old one and into the new one. She pulled it over your head and then kissed your head, brushing your messy hair back while she did so.

"Come on. Under the covers, we go. Let's get you all cozy." She smiled and made sure you were warm and cozy under the blankets before she climbed into bed next to you.

Unsure if your stomach was still too sore, she didn't put her arm around you. She instead let her hand fall to your side and brushed her fingertips along your skin comfortingly. "I love you. I hope you feel better soon. If you need anything or you need me for any reason, don't hesitate to wake me."

You nodded and let the brush of her fingertips lull you to sleep.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams." She whispered and closed her own eyes, hoping you'd wake up feeling better.