"You sure you don't want to go to the hospital ma?" Dave asked rubbing Y/N's back as she sat over the toilet.

Y/N groaned at the pain in her stomach. She couldn't talk at the moment. She lurched forward feeling the vomit come up. Feeling like her stomach was empty she sat up and flushed the toilet. Dave stood behind her watching her carefully.

"I'm fine."

Y/N went to brush her teeth, "You ain't fine. You just threw up an entire lung."

"David it's not that serious."

Y/N spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. Her body ached and she felt extremely warm. Dave followed her into their shared bedroom. He grabbed the thermometer and forced her to put it in her mouth.

"You at one hundred. Imma get you some stuff but best believe it if goes any higher I'm taking yo' stubborn ass to the hospital." He glared at her with his eyes on fire.

She giggled at his antics, "Okay. I'm taking a nap. I'm tired."

He kissed her forehead and left to the store. Y/N felt her eyelids get heavy and she let them fall over her tired eyes. It had been about an hour before David came back to check on her.

"I brought you some stuff." Dave pulled out a cup of pedialyte.

"Ew, I don't want that. I'm not a sick child." Y/N buried her head into the fluffy pillows.

Dave sucked his teeth, "Look it will make you feel better. Just drink it. I'm not asking you again."

His stern tone made Y/N take the cup from his hand and take small sips. It was nasty but the electrolytes started making her feel better.

"Open up."

Y/N allowed him to place the thermometer into her mouth. Her temperature had gone down slightly but she wasn't in the green yet.

"Go take a shower. I'll make some soup."

Y/N obliged. The shower water was steaming. Her tense muscles relaxed with ease as she let out a sigh. She lathered up her body with her vanilla-scented body wash. Y/N allowed the water to trickle down her clean body.

Humming an old r&b song she dried off with a fresh towel and made her way back into the room. David had placed clean pajamas on their bed. She could smell the chicken soup all the way from the kitchen.

"Is the food ready?" Y/N asked peeking her head into the kitchen.

Dave looked up from the pot, "Yes, sit down."

Y/N sat down at the island. She placed a carrot slice into her mouth while he wasn't looking. Dave poured the hot soup into two bowls. Y/N looked at the bowl of food and instantly felt nauseous.

"You okay?"

"I think I'm a little scared to eat." She chucked swishing her spoon around the noodles and broth.

"Y/N just eat it. If you throw up then you throw up."

"It's not that simple. Just leave me alone." Y/N picked up her spoon and ate a little bit of the food.

"I'm done." She slid the bowl away from her before going to sit on the couch.

Dave followed her eating the last of his food. She flicked through the channels before landing on a crime channel.

"Why do you like them channels?" Dave asked placing his arm around Y/N.

She leaned into his warm chest, "I don't know. It's entertaining."

He squirmed hearing about the disturbing crimes committed, "You scared?"

He looked down at her before sucking his teeth, "No. I'm straight."

She laughed, "Okay, if you say so."

A few hours later Y/N was sound asleep against his chest. David quickly changed the channel before sighing. He looked down at her and smiled softly. Kissing her forehead he continued to watch television.

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Don't worry about mistakes I typed this on my phone.