𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

( request by @crllxcth )

you rolled over, the pain almost unbearable.

you had been sick for the past week. you could barely eat, walk, do anything. luckily you had your boyfriend by your side to help you with the simple things. cooking, cleaning, taking baths.

it was sometime in the afternoon. almost winter, but not quite. there was some crisp autumn air left.

the leaves were falling, and you'd watch them out the window everyday that out looked the great big city of la. calum would bring you here when you asked, and then would go downstairs to work. though he didn't want to the slightest bit. he wanted to be by your side every second of the day.

but today, the pain worsened. just when you thought the fever would break. you were caked in sweat, and your fever was peaking. last time you checked, it was at 100.2. calum said he'd make you go to the hospital once it reached 100.3. you knew it would happen sooner or later.

so here you were, struggling to make it to the bathroom counter; practically falling over yourself with every step. but you finally made it.

it had been weeks since you had looked at yourself. but now you came face to face with your worst enemy.

your eyes were sunken in, and your face was very pale. almost white. you could see your veins in your neck, and
your lips were loosing their color very quickly.

you quickly glanced away and opened the medicine cabinet, finding the little yellow thermometer and sticking in into your mouth.

it was getting hard to stand, so you slouched to the toilet seat, and waited for the familiar beep to go off.

before it did, you heard the bedroom door creak open, followed by the familiar voice calling your name, "y/n?"

with a croak you answered, "in here cal."

his footsteps drew closer as he reached the bathroom, and suddenly the thermometer went off.

you took it out of your mouth, not even being able to read the numbers.

"what's it say?" calum asked, grabbing it from your shaking hands.

he took one look at the numbers, and placed it back on the counter, "we gotta get you to the hospital. now."

you groaned in response as he swooped you up carefully in his arms.

before he walked out of the room, you caught a glance at the numbers.

107.2.

getting ready to brace the cold, you dug your head into calums chest, looking for warmth. you were burning up, but you couldn't feel it. all you could feel was cold.

he swung the door open, and swiftly closed it back with his foot, rushing you to the passenger seat of his car.

your eyes were heavy as he laid down the passenger seat, putting you in the back so you could lay down.