"Easy sweetheart," you whispered as your husband threw up again. Harry has come down with food poisoning while you were on your honeymoon in Australia. He had been sick all night and didn't seem to be getting any better.
"Y/N," he whimpered.
"I'm right here," you whispered. You pushed back the hair in his face and pulled it back into a messy bun. He gagged again but nothing came up. Tears slipped down his flushed cheeks. "Oh baby," you said sympathetically. He heaved again bring up nothing and his whole body shook from the fever. You rubbed his back trying to comfort him. It was clear he was in pain. He groaned and put his head on the toilet seat. You leaned forward and flushed it.
"M'sorry," he said weakly.
"Don't be," you replied softly. "Do you want to try to head back to bed?" You asked he nodded. You helped him stand. His legs shook as he tried to walk, he had to lean on you for support. You sat him down in bed and grabbed the trash out of the corner of the room and set it down next to him. You grabbed and cloth from the bathroom and soaked it in water and put it on Harry's head. He sighed contently. You grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and handed it to him. "Try to drink. You need to stay hydrated." He took a few small sips and laid back down.
"Cuddle?" He asked with sad eyes. You smiled a little. You got in bed and wrapped your arms around him and rubbed large circles in his upset belly.
"That good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Try to sleep, Hazza," you whispered. He sighed and closed his eyes. Not even an hour later he shot up and grabbed the trash can heaving up nothing but water and stomach acid. "Hazza," you sighed sadly crawling over to him. You held the bin steady as his hands shook. He dry heaved for a while before he could catch his breath. He cough and spit into the bin and looked over at you. His green eyes bloodshot and puffy. His face was pale but his cheeks were flushed from the fever. You stroked his hair. "I'm sorry you're sick," You told him sadly.
"Just glad it's not you," he replied. You smiled slightly
"I wish it was me. You're miserable," you said taking the bin from his hands and putting it on the floor.
"M'alright, thanks to you," he replied looking into your eyes.
"You ok to lie back down?" You asked him. He nodded. You laid down and pulled him in close to you. You started rubbing his stomach again and he sighed contently. You smiled a little and closed your eyes. The next time you opened them sun was trying to break through the curtains. Harry still lay beside you shivering. You stood up and got him an extra blanket and put it over him gently. You thought he should try to eat knowing he had nothing in his stomach. You put some bread in the toaster.
"Y/N," you heard Harry say softly. The toast popped out of the toaster. You grabbed it and brought it over to him.
"Hey Hazza, how you feeling?" you asked putting your hand on his head.
"Not that great," he replied. You frowned a little.
"I need you to try to eat a little. You've got nothing in your stomach." You handed him the toast and he just stared at it. "Please try," you begged. He took a few bites and looked up at you. "You ok?" you asked. He nodded and finished a piece and ate half of the other.
"Thanks love," he said handing the plate back to you. "Will you lay with me?" he asked. You smiled and nodded and got into bed where Harry snuggled up to you. "I love you Y/N," He whispered before falling back to sleep.
"Love you too, Haz,"
