Billie Eilish Imagines (gxg)

you have the flu (requested)

Billie's eyes flew open when she heard a loud cough. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand, finding it was only a little after four in the morning. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay her head back on the pillow and go back to sleep.

But she couldn't just do that. Something didn't feel right and when she turned the lamp on to check on you she found that you weren't there. She heard another cough and she was much more awake now than she was a moment ago when she first heard it, and she knew something wasn't right.

She swung her legs over the bed and walked to the bathroom door. She raised her hand to knock, but she froze upon hearing what sounded like you gagging on the other side of the door. Her heart was beating quickly, pounding against her ribcage as the worry set in.

She opened the door and saw you leaning over the toilet. She could see your hand shaking as you held back your hair. You were on your knees, groaning in between vomiting. She rushed over to you and knelt behind you.

"Billie?"

"I'm here." She assured. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay." She spoke comfortingly and rubbed your back. "Let it all out, baby."

You knew you had no choice to, anyway. With the sick feeling rising in your throat and your stomach aching agonizingly as you started to get sick once more. You've been going through this for a little while now and you're growing tired. That, mixed with being so sick, probably would've brought you to tears if Billie hadn't been there by your side. But with her right there with you, you felt comforted.

"I hate this so much." You groaned before spitting, desperate to get the taste from your mouth before it made you throw up yet again.

"I know. It's terrible, baby, I know."

You felt your stomach start to settle. You sat still for a long moment until you knew you were done. Or, at least, you hoped. At least for a little while.

Your skin was clammy against the tips of Billie's fingers. You felt miserable, and understandingly so. She was worried about you possibly running a fever so while she had a moment of you not emptying your poor stomach, she stood and grabbed the thermometer.

"Can you put this under your tongue for a minute, y/n?" She asked, voice soft and soothing.

You turned around and backed up to lay against the wall. It felt cool against your warm skin, making you feel a little relieved. You let her place the thermometer under your tongue and closed your eyes while Billie watched the numbers climb.

It was going up and up and she was nervous to see where it'd stop. It reached one-hundred and one before it stopped a long few seconds later.

"You've got a fever." She mumbled and started to caress your cheek. Her hand pressed to your forehead, feeling that your skin was hot against her touch. "That's for certain."

"I wanna go to bed." You mumbled sadly. "I feel awful."

"I know."

She bit her lip, the sight of you so miserable breaking her heart.

"Do you feel alright? Like you're gonna be sick anymore?"

"Not right now. My stomach is still a little achy but I don't feel like I'm gonna throw up anymore right now."

"Okay. Let's get you to bed, then. Sound good?"

You nodded and stood on your feet with her help. You mumbled something about brushing your teeth, needing to get the horrible taste from your mouth. Billie made sure you were steady on your own before she raced into the bedroom and tried to get everything set up for you so you could lay in bed for a while.

The trash can was as close to where you'd lay as possible. A glass of cold water was on your nightstand, a cool cloth right beside it so she could hopefully cool you down with it. She made sure the covers were replaced with sheets to make sure you'd be at the perfect temperature.

You groaned as you stepped out of the bathroom. She carefully helped you to bed and you laid down, feeling comforted when the cool sheets touched your warm skin.

Billie then laid the cloth over your head and this time around, a sigh of relief was what fell from your lips. She smiled as she crawled into bed beside you. Her hand rubbed your back soothingly, her lips softly brushing against the side of your neck.

"You okay? Feeling any better?"

"A little. Definitely better than I was a few minutes ago."

"I'm happy to hear that." She spoke softly and ran her fingers along your back. "Try to sleep. It might make you feel a little better."

"Okay." You mumbled sleepily. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"I'm certain you've got the flu and trust me, I know that's no fun. I'll be here to take care of you until you're better. Start by getting some rest."

You fell asleep to her humming softly and rubbing your back gently. Both of you hoped that you'd wake to feel at least somewhat better, although you knew deep down that you'd most likely be this sick for a couple more days. You had  Billie though and you knew you'd be alright as long as she was right there with you.