last week mason was sick with a harsh cold, now i'm the one sick. for the past few days, my head is pounding, my nose is stuffy, and my body is achey. i told him kissing was a bad idea, and now i'm suffering the consequences, not that i regret it.
"masonnn." i coughed out, my voice hoarse and raspy from just waking up a few seconds prior. i felt his fingers running through my tangled hair, trying to soothe me.
"what is it baby?" he whispers in my ear. "can you get me water please my head hurts so bad." he mumbles a "yes" and gently moves me off of him, leaving the room.
i'm moving around and trying to get comfortable when he comes back with water and medicine. "i got you ibuprofen too honey, it'll make you feel better." he sits on my bed, putting his hand under my neck and upper back so i can take the medicine.
he lays back in my bed with me, pulling me back on top of him. i felt him shift a little to grab his phone, turning the volume down so it didn't keep me awake. he was rubbing my back and placing kisses on my head every few minutes, his soothing touches lulled me almost back to sleep, until he woke me up again.
"y/n do you want something to eat? you have to be hungry baby, you haven't eaten all day." he whispers in my ear. "nuh-uh." i mumble into his chest. he lifts my head up, "honey taking medicine on an empty stomach is gonna make you feel nauseous."
"i don't want you to go." i hug him tighter. i'm always super clingy when i'm sick. he chuckles, about to stand up. "no mase don't please leave." he stands up, then leans down to pick me up. "oh thanks!" i smile at him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
he laughs, kissing my forehead. "anything for you." he walks up the stairs with me in his arms, going into the kitchen.
he sets me down on the counter and feels my forehead. he grimaces, "you're hot." "thanks." i smile up at him, following up with a cough. "i mean you are hot but you're burning up baby." he caresses my cheek.
"is chicken noodle soup okay?" he asks me from across the kitchen. "yeah that's fine mase." i swing my legs back and forth on the counter. he puts it in the microwave for 3 minutes.
he walks over to me, going in between my legs, wrapping his arms around me and putting his head on my shoulder. i play with his hair while he runs his hand up and down my arm. "i'm sorry i got you sick sweetheart." he says into my shoulder.
"it's alright mase, i couldn't not take care of you. i'm not mad at you." he lifts his head up out of my shoulder, grabbing my cheek and kissing me. "you're too cute. i'm kinda glad i got you sick so now i can take care of you."
i smile and go in for another kiss until the microwave starts beeping. i groan, "fucking stupid ass microwave read the room stupid cunt."
he bursts out laughing, making me laugh until it turns into a coughing fit. he pats my back and wipes the tears off my face from choking. (don't evenπ) he hands me a water, making me drink it. i try to pull away but he makes me drink it anyways.
"mason you asshole my throat hurts i don't want it." i whine at him. "watch it." he warns, smacking my thigh. i blush and look away, turning back to look at him when we walks over to me with the soup in his hand.
"c'mon let's get back to bed." i try to get off the counter, but i almost fall to the ground. i didn't realize how weak i was until i tried to stand.
mason caught me, "jesus baby i didn't think you were this weak, i'm sorry." he kisses my temple, picking me up and grabbing the soup. "i didn't either." i groan, my throat hurting really bad all of the sudden.
we turn the corner and get back to my room. he closes the door behind us and puts me down on my bed, setting the soup down on the table next to me. getting in my bed with me and helping me sit up to eat.
he positions himself behind me, with me sitting in-between his legs. i try eating the soup, but my throat hurts so bad. i groan and throw my head back, putting it on his shoulder. "my throat hurts so bad mason i can't eat it." i take it off my lap and put it on the table beside us.
"that's okay sweetheart." he rubs my thigh, using his other hand to move the hair out of my face. i lean further into his touch, getting more comfortable as he wraps his arms around my waist.
about 30 minutes pass by and i can feel my eyes drooping, a wave of tiredness washing over me. i feel him look over my shoulder to look at me. he moves himself to a laying down position, and turns me around to face him.
"get some rest sweet girl, i love you." he kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. i smile and fall asleep.
a/n: sorry if there's mistakes!! and sorry i haven't updated in forever, school started back unfortunately
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