Band Imagines

He's Sick (Natewantstobattle)

Nate is sick. He has the flu and he doesn't feel like doing anything. I walked into his studio and he was laying face down on the door.
"Nate, what are you doing?"
You ask.
"I need to make content but I don't feel good so I can't think."
He says, his voice muffled by the carpet.
"Babe, you need to come back to bed. You are just going to get sicker. You need to rest and then you can work on content when you feel better. Your fans will understand. They want you to be healthy and happy not almost dead and miserable."
You say.
He sighs, knowing that you are right. He needs his rest and you weren't going to leave him alone until he came back to bed. He slowly made his way up from the floor and wrapped his weak body around you. His fever was slowly rising. You tucked him into bed and wrapped a few blankets around his body. Maybe it would help him sweat the fever out.
"Okay, I am going to go and make some warm soup. Is there any kind that you prefer?"
You ask.
"Chicken noodle will be okay. Can you make some of your hot tea for my throat?"
He asks.
You give a small smile and nod. You then bend over and press a kiss to his forehead.
"I'll be back with the hot tea soon and some Tylenol."
You say.
You jog into the kitchen. You then open the can of soup and put it into a pan to start heating up. You grab the tea kettle and put water in it and grab the tea bags. You then grab the Tylenol from the cabinet. You shake two out and poured the water from the tea kettle. You add a little honey and sugar and by the time that you had done this the soup was ready. You then place everything onto a tray and carry it upstairs. Nate was leaned against the headboard. You place the tray over his lap and he gave you a weak smile.
"Eat your soup and then take the medicine. It will help lower the fever."
You say.
He nods and you sit down beside him.
"You really didn't have to take off of work to take care of me."
He says.
You smile and shake your head.
"You have down the same for me multiple times. You will probably do it for many times to come."
You say, petting his sweaty hair away from his face.
He smiles and leans his head against your chest. He had taken the medicine and drank his tea and finished up the soup.
"Do you want to finish up Steven Universe?"
You ask, smiling down at him.
"Of course."
He says, giving you a smile.
You click on the tv and the current disc that you both were on was still in the player. You press play and Nate gets a little more comfortable. His arms wrap around your waist. You watched a little before you looked down and saw that Nate was asleep on your chest, small snores escaping his slightly parted lips. You smile and notice that he is slightly starting to sweat. That is a good thing, his fever would start going down soon and he will start feeling better. You were ready to see him back to his normal hyper and singing self.