You just got home after a long day at the hospital you're currently working at. You are a traveling nurse and you're currently assigned to work at a hospital here in LA since the touring band that you're permanently working with is still on break.

Fall Out Boy has you on their crew since their Save Rock and Roll tour, you are the main first aid responder and medic of the band while they are touring and of course, to their fans on concerts too. Somehow, you also became their personal health care consultant since you've been with the band for more than 5 years and you know them a lot by now. Through these years, you became so close to them to the point that even one of them is your current boyfriend...and of course, that's Patrick Stump.

You set your things on the coffee table before collapsing on the couch. Working at the hospital really drains you as that is a very different environment from your usual travel surroundings, but still, you love your job and you love to help. You finally were able to pull out your phone from your bag, immediately wanting to call Patrick and ask how he is since he'd been sick for days now. You actually spent the last night at his house just to look after him, you left because of your shift at the hospital.

Before you can type his number, someone else was already calling you. -Incoming call from Pete-.

"Hello?" you answered your phone.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm really sorry to bother you, I know your shift at the hospital just ended and you probably just got home too, but I really need your help right now," Pete said on the other line. It's obvious he's worried.

"No worries, Pete. I'm always free for you guys. What's up?" you asked.

"Patrick's being stubborn again. He's been sick for a couple of days, right? He caught some sort of stomach flu and he's supposed to be just resting now...but unfortunately, our shoot for Hold Me Tight or Don't's music video pushed through today and our producers are contacting him. I already said  that Patrick can't go but it seems that your boyfriend agreed anyways and he's on his way here...while being sick as fuck and I'm sure he hasn't told you because he knows you won't let him leave the house, " he explained and with that you're already on your feet again.

"Well, you know him. He doesn't want to be an inconvenience to anyone. He'd rather push himself to the limits than bail on you guys. We can't be angry at him because that's just who he is," you said. You do admire Patrick for that kind of attitude, it's one of the reasons why you fell in love with the guy in the first place. He puts everyone first before himself, but that's where you come in, for you, you want him to be the priority, "Send me the location and I'll be on my way. He's gonna collapse there for sure if he's not assisted properly," you added.

"You're an angel, Y/N. That's why my best friend loves you so much. I'll immediately send you the address. Be careful in your way here. See you," Pete said.

"Yeah. See you guys there," you answered and hung up the phone.

You immediately changed your clothes and gathered everything you need to be Patrick's medical assistant there and in no time, you're already on your way towards the venue.

~~~Time Skip~~~

Patrick can't stop vomiting between takes and its taking all of his energy. He's now realizing that going to this shoot was a really bad idea but he knows he has to be here and all he can do is endure this sickness of his.

Thankfully, he's halfway done on his parts already. It's just that every break between takes gives him the time to sit silently and rest which lessens the adrenaline inside of him thus making him vomit again and again. He hates that he can't enjoy his time there since the production was really amazing and there are a lot of amazing performers. The sickness was really becoming a bother to him.

"Hello, I am Y/N, your personal healthcare companion. On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?" Patrick heard your voice the moment you arrived at the venue. You immediately went to his room since you already heard the situation from the other guys.

"Y/N? What...what are you doing here?" Patrick asked, even now he's worried about you being in that venue since he knows you just ended your shift at the hospital, "You should be just be resting after your shift," he said weakly.

"Seriously, Stump? You are the one who's supposed to be resting. Jeez, you're paler than usual and I didn't even think that you can get any paler," you told him. You didn't have an angry tone, in fact, your voice really shows your worry for him.

You helped Patrick up and guided him to the couch again. You started to examine him - getting his temperature, his blood pressure, and his overall state to see how he's doing. It really doesn't look good, but it's manageable.

"I'm sorry, princess, please don't be mad at me," Patrick suddenly murmured. He looks so cute with his puppy weak eyes of his, but even without that, you wouldn't really get angry at him.

"Hey, shh. Don't worry, I'm not mad and I won't be, alright?" you placed a kiss on his forehead and he smiled weakly, "The others said that it'll only take less than an hour to finish your takes. We just need you to get through that and we're going home, okay? Don't worry, I won't leave you," you reassured.

Patrick nodded and after that, he was called on the set again. You just followed them and stayed near him as you can because you didn't want him to collapse. But even with this sickness, every time the camera was rolling, Patrick was still absolutely amazing. If you didn't know that he's sick, you wouldn't be able to tell from his performance.

After the longest 30 minutes of your life, he's finally all cleared to leave the set and go home. Pete, Joe, and Andy helped you to assist Patrick because he's so near to collapse now. The others wanted to bring him to the hospital, but since you know that he really didn't need to, you just volunteered to take him home and look after him.

"Stomach flu disappears on its own. He just needs rest and it just worsen because he pushed himself today. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing guys. I'll take care of him," you told the other three.

"We know, we're just worried but since know he's on good hands, we're relieved," Andy said.

"Takes for looking out on him, Y/N. You look tired yourself but you're still doing a lot for us," Joe stated.

"Come on, you guys. He's my boyfriend and this is my job. I wouldn't want anything bad happening to you, so you all take care okay? I'll update you about his situation," you told them as you are entering Patrick's car.

"Be careful driving, Y/N. We'll see you soon," Pete and the others waved goodbye and after that you began to drive towards Patrick's house.

He was already out cold on the passenger's seat, but you didn't mind. You're actually thankful that he's sleeping already. Now, you just have to look after him until he's completely fine.

*Patrick's P. O. V. *

I woke up all of a sudden, already seeing that I'm inside my bedroom. I have no idea how I got here and the last thing I can remember was I was so sick on the set of our music video shoot and Y/N came to help me out...after that, everything is just a blur.

I blinked a couple of more times and realized that my head was leaning of Y/N's lap. I was completely laying down on my bed while she was sitting up beside me and one of her hand is over my arm. She's probably trying to stay up to look after me, but has fallen asleep while on that uncomfortable position.

It was dark inside the room since the lights are off, the only thing that's bright is my digital clock which now reads 2 AM. I tried to settle down a little first just to see how my condition is now and thankfully, I can say that I'm feeling so much better already. Y/N must have been doing a lot just to lessen the symptoms of the flu.

I carefully lifted my head from her lap, but that was still enough to wake her up.

"Patrick? You okay, love? Do you need anything?" she asked sleepily but its obvious she's trying to sound fully awake.

"No. No, I'm fine. Better actually. Lay down, princess. Your back will hurt if you stayed sleeping like that. I promise I'm feeling a lot better now," I told her. Even if it's dark, I could see her worried look.

"Are you sure? You don't need water? Bathroom? Or anything?" she asked me.

"No, I'm good. I just need you to lay down with me," I said and finally she did.

Y/N felt my temperature by putting her palm against my forehead, "Oh thank god, your fever's gone." She stated.

"Well, yeah. I have the best health care companion here with me. Pretty sure all sickness would go immediately," I said which made her giggle.

"Yeah. It seems like you're really feeling better now," Y/N said.

"Sorry for making you worry and bothering you earlier, Y/N. You must be so tired." I told her.

"Naaah, I'm not tired. Not for you, 'Trick. And it's nothing, I feel honored taking care of you," she replied. She's really trying to keep her eyes open and talk to me but I can see them involuntarily closing.

"And I'm the luckiest guy in the world just because of that," I said with a smile, "Let's stop this cheesiness and head back to sleep so we can both rest. Goodnight, princess. Love you," I murmured before planting a kiss on her forehead. Y/N shuffled closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her then closed my eyes.

"G'night. Love you too,'Trick," she replied then we both drifted back to sleep.

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Eeeep! ❤️
So yeah, it turns out Patrick was really sick on the HMTOD music video. They said that on an interview and this imagine came out of that scenario.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading. Thanks!!!" ~