Wrong Number (Fem!Reader x Sasuke)

23 -So Sick-

"THIS FUCKER PUKED ON MY NEW SHOES!!!!"

"Sorry," I cough out. Another wave hit me, and I turn over to let my stomach dispose of more of its bile on the floor. My throat burned and an aftertaste lingered in my mouth.

When I look up, Alexa is standing above me, her eyes burned with fire and I could see the desire to kill me in them. Then I look down at her shoes, they're covered in my puke.

"Do you know how much I spent on these?!" Alexa screams at me.

"I'll buy you new ones, just please leave me alone. I'm in so much pain already," I groan in agony, holding my stomach.

The only person to help me up was [Name]. I don't know when she appeared but thank goodness she's here. She grabs my arm, using all of her strength to help me stand. Once on my own two feet, [Name] gives me a concerned gaze, her facial expression questioning what had happened to me.

"Your evil sister, she fed me slop, and my stomach didn't agree with it."

I begin to cough, my actual cold catching up with me finally. All of a sudden, my body felt weak and I collapse into [Name's] arms.

"I'm sorry," I mumble, as I slid out of her hold and onto the floor. Within seconds I was out like a light.

[Name's] POV

"Marlie! Come here right fucking now!" I bark out, furious that my little sister gave Sasuke slop.

How dare she do this to my man!

Marlie walked in and gasped. "What happened to hubby?"

"You nearly killed him with whatever the fuck you fed him!" I snap. "And you're gonna clean up his vomit!"

"Why do I have to do it?" she whines, and I glare at her. She finally sees that I'm serious and not just arguing with her just to have a playful banter fight. Reluctantly, Marlie finds cleaning supplies and starts to clean.

"Lexa, could you help me take Sasuke to my room?" I ask, and she grunts, still angry about the puke on her brand new shoes. She grabs Sasuke's legs and I lift him up by hooking my arms under his armpits.

We carry him to my room and lie him down on my bed.

Hopefully it's comfortable enough for him...

"Can you please bring me two small towels and a bowl of cold water?" I ask Alexa whilst she's grumbling to herself about her damn shoes.

"Yeah yeah! You want to take care of your beloved Sasuke," she teases, making her way out of my room. I didn't say anything because it was true; he's grown on me, and I like him.

Sighing, I caress his cheek; it was warm to the touch. He was paler than usual, he's obviously sick. It seemed like some of Sasuke's vomit got on his shirt. Not wanting it to get on my bed, I take his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. He was warm but his arms were limp, almost lifeless.

"My poor baby," I sigh, leaning in to lightly kiss his warm cheek.

Alexa comes back right as my lips separated from his soft skin. She smirks while placing the requested supplies on my nightstand.

"Trying to make out with him while he's unconscious?" she asked.

"N-No! I wasn't trying--"

"He's shirtless too. [Name], stop trying to strip your boyfriend, ya weirdo!"

There was no getting through to her at all, I don't know why I even try to argue. I sigh and ask for one more favor.

"Alexa can you be a dear and put Sasuke's shirt in the washer?"

"Fine."

"And can you wash my clothes too?" I give her puppy dog eyes, and she immediately caves in.

"Fine fine! I'll do it," she sighs defeated, taking my heap of clothes and Sasuke's shirt downstairs.

"Thank you! You're such a dear! Love you!"

Looking back down at Sasuke I smile. Taking one small towel, I dip it in cold water and wipe his mouth, cleaning up any leftover residue. Taking the other small towel, I fold it into a rectangle before dipping it into water. I squeeze out any remaining water into the bowl before placing the neatly folded towel onto Sasuke's forehead.

Walking over to my window, I open it slightly to let some cool fresh air seep in. My body relaxes once the soft breeze touches my skin.

"It's been such a long day," I mumble, sighing softly and talking to no one but myself.

Sasuke's POV

When I awoke, [Name] was straddling me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Holy fuck balls! Why...How...What the fuck are you--"

She shoves a thermometer into my mouth while I was in mid sentence. Once it beeped she pulls it out, looks at it and shakes her head.

"Hey what's going on?!" I ask but she unmounted me and goes to her closet. Wait, her closet? Am I in her room?! How'd the fuck did I get here?!

She pulls out a folded duvet from the top shelf of her closet and unrolls it, placing it on top of me.

"[Name] please answer me. What the hell is going on?" I ask, sitting up. A cold damp towel falls from my head.

This seems awfully familiar.

Then I realized I was shirtless.

"Whoa! Where's my shirt?!" I yell, looking around the room, but then become aware that [Name] was no longer in the room.

Did she leave? I didn't even hear her...

Suddenly, the little devil walks in, an embarrassed expression crossing her features.

"I'm sorry for poisoning you hubby. It was a total accident," she apologizes.

"Whatever. Go away," I grumble. The little girl sniffles and walks out, probably honestly feeling bad for making me sick. But I don't care, she nearly killed me!

After devil girl leaves, [Name] comes in with a bowl of what looks like hot soup. She presents it to me, giving me a big smile.

The little devil didn't make this, did she? I don't want to puke again.

I look at the bowl warily, taking it into my hands. Lifting my utensil, I take a spoonful and cautiously bring it to my lips. Slurping the contents into my mouth, it burns my tongue in the process of swallowing.

"It's too hot," I push the bowl back into her hands. The look on her face resembled one of disappointment.

Oh damn it, did I say something wrong?

Not wanting her to look upset anymore, I quickly say something to cheer her up. "But it was good. It's just too hot."

She smiles, that beautiful expression that lights up my world. I always want her to smile, but only for me.

I'm already getting so possessive over her, and we're not even together. I guess I am an Uchiha, through and through.

[Name] sits down close to the bed, and for the rest of the day she takes care of me like a mother would do to her child. Or, a girlfriend would do for her boyfriend.

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A/N: holy balls this was long. and to think i cranked this out in one day. so many or all of you want a chapter about Sasuke figuring out that phone girl and reader-chan are the same girl. that's next chapter love buttons (or i'm hoping it'll be next chapter). i'm really tired peeps, so imma stay up a little longer. buh bye! love you to pieces!

*I feel like I rushed this chapter...eh whatever!