Marilyn Fucking Manson

Sick Day

Y/N's POV:
I had just gotten home from the store. I set all the bags on the counter.

It was awfully silent, usually music was playing or Marilyn was watching tv.
Sometimes he would bolt down the stairs to see what I bought but there wasn't any of that.

"Marilyn, Babe?"
No response.

"Brian?" I said with a bit of worry.
I heard a cough from upstairs.
There's my answer.

I somewhat ran up that stairs.
I'm not trying to fall today. I'm clumsy enough.

I opened the bedroom door to see Marilyn laying on the bed, tissues all over, an empty tea cup on the nightstand, the blinds completely closed.

He was shivering in a blanket.

"...Brian? What's wrong?"

"Y/N, don't come near me, please."

"What's wrong?" I asked again, stopping my step to the front of the bed.

He looked up from the blanket, he was so pale you would have though he saw a ghost.

He looked tired, he hair was messy. I was tempted to brush it back.

"I'm sick, I don't want you getting it either."

I chuckled a little and stepped towards him. He scooted back a bit.

"I am healthier than you. I'll be fine."
He squinted his eyes, knowing I was talking about all the drinks he does with the band.

I put my hand to his forehead.

"Hmm, running a fever. Why didn't you call me?"
"I didn't want to bother you."
He coughed, looking away from me.
It's sweet he doesn't want to get me sick but I work in the hospital, I'm around it all day and I'm fine.

"Plus I thought I could get over it myself." His voice was hoarse.

I stood up.
"Ok, stay right here."

He looked at me confused.

"I'm going to get you some medicine and more tea."

"Oh..ok then."
He snuggled back into the bed.

10 minutes later~
I carried a tray upstairs with a bowl of chicken soup and crackers. I made him peppermint tea as well with honey.
And some ibuprofen and cough medicine.

He looked horrible.
I felt so bad. But the irony of the situation was a little funny.

The infamous Antichrist Superstar was brought down by a cold when he smashes glass bottles on his bare chest on stage during tours.

I picked up all the tissues and brought a small garage can over.
Since the tissues were almost gone, I got a new box. And while I was at it a wet washcloth and a brush.

I gently rubbed his back to wake him up.

"Mmm." A mumbled reply came from the pillow.

"I brought you tea and medicine."

He gently sat up and I put the tray in his lap.

He looked at me with a small smile.
"You didn't have to do this."

I got up and sat behind him so I could fix his hair and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Yes I did."

He let out a small laugh.

After a while, he was a bit better.
We were just watching TV.

"What would I do without you Y/N?"
"You'd be sick in bed still."

We both laughed.

I checked the time and it was already 8pm.

"Hey, babe, maybe you should go to sleep so you'll feel a bit better tomorrow."

He looked at the time too.
"Yeah, your probably right."

He turned off the TV and got under the blankets more.
I changed in the bathroom quick to come out and see him asleep again already.

I turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed next to him.

My adorable rockstar.

The Next Day...
I woke up to music and looked next to me.
He was downstairs.

I looked into the kitchen to see him going through some of the cabinets, grabbing the new food I bought.

A huge smile on his face.
"Hey Y/N! I feel so much better."

He set everything down to come over and hug me.

"Really Brian?"
"What?"
"Just a hug?"

He smirked and gave me a kiss.
Sweet, gentle.
But needy and wanting more.

He broke the embrace to hug me again.

"My savior."
"Mhm, you got that rig-"
I sneezed....Looks like I did get sick.

I looked up at Marilyn to see him crossing his arms like how a dad would.

"I told you that you would get sick."

"Whatever...my head hurts."

"Well now it's my turn to take care of you."

He picked me up bridal style and put my on the couch, throwing a blanket over me and turning on the TV.

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Stay here and I'll get you something to eat."
I smiled

It was cute. Again the irony of the situation.

"What are the odds that the Antichrist Superstar would be taking care of a sick person?"

"Well, the person is my girlfriend and I wouldn't do it for anyone else. So relax."
He winked at me.

"I love you Brian."

He walked over to me and kneeled in front of the couch I was on.

He cupped my face in his hands.
"I love you more Y/N."

Then he went back to get me breakfast.

What a wonderful weekend this is.
Literally.

A/N:
So this was an idea from
27TrustNoOne27
I hope you liked it. Thanks for the idea.