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Sick Boi

~ Your POV ~

The first thing you feel as you wake up is Ethan's arms around your waist as he cuddles you from behind, the two of you lying on your sides. Before you even open your eyes, you're smiling. Hearing Ethan's slow breaths, you very carefully turn over in his arms to face him, and sure enough, he's still sleeping soundly. You gently move some of his hair out of his eyes so that you can see his face better, and you cant help but softly caress his cheek once you've moved his hair out of the way of your favourite view. In his sleep, Ethan pulls your body closer to his and reaches up to hold your hand against his face, causing your smile to widen into a grin. He really is the cutest boy in all existence, you think to yourself.

After a few minutes, your lack of an attention span gets the better of you, and you decide to let Ethan sleep in a little this morning, as he's been pretty exhausted since Indy Popcon ended. Moving as carefully as you possibly can, you slip out of Ethan's arms, grab your phone, and silently tiptoe out of the room, towards the bathroom. You close the bathroom door behind you, and strip out of your pyjama's, which weirdly isnt one of Ethan's shirts for once, and start playing Classic by MKTO from your phone, before stepping into the shower.

You dont spend too long in the shower, as you're eager to make Ethan breakfast before he wakes up, so you can surprise him. Once out of the shower, you dry yourself off and tiptoe back into the bathroom, seeing Ethan lying on his back with the bed covers around his waist. For a brief moment, you stand in the doorway in shock at the realisation that the god of a man who is in that bed, is your boyfriend. Holy fuck. Shaking your head, you turn your focus back to the reason you came back in here, and you silently raid Ethan's wardrobe to steal one of his shirts. You didnt wear one last night, so now you have to make up for it, that's the law. Slipping his shirt over you head, you grab some underwear and fluffy socks and put those on as well. It's nowhere near Winter yet, and in LA winter socks arent exactly necessary ever, but there's no force strong enough to make you get rid of your fluffy sock collection.

On your way down the hall, you start humming a tune softly to yourself, and you continue to hum as you throw your towels in the dryer and switch it on. Skipping into the kitchen, you fully debate what to cook yourself and Ethan for breakfast. You could just go with cereal, but seeing Ethan with cereal always makes you laugh because of that damn video.

Even just thinking about it now brings a smile to your face, and you're quick to think of other options. Your eyes light up as you think of the perfect breakfast: waffles! Immediately, you get to work, and you prepare the waffles with the speed of a demon.

With a bright smile plastered on your face, you carry the tray of waffles back down the hall towards yours and Ethan's room. You walk into your bedroom backwards, to use your back to push the door open as your hands arent free, and you mentally applaud yourself for not falling over and making a complete tit of yourself. Placing the tray down on your bedside table, you lean over the, still sleeping, Ethan and kiss his forehead, but your eyes immediately snap open. With a frown on your face, you use the back of your hand to feel his forehead, and your eyes widen. In an instant, you've run out of the room and back into the bathroom, running your flannel under the cold tap and filling a bowl with cold water, then sprinting back to the bedroom holding both items in your hands. Leaning over Ethan again, you gently press the flannel to his forehead to try and lower his temperature, and as soon as the cold flannel touches his forehead, Ethan groans in protest.
"Shhh Ethan, you've got a temperature, just go back to sleep, Im right here." You speak in a soft voice.
Ethan only nods as he drifts back to sleep, not having the energy to stay awake, and you continue to press the flannel to his forehead, occasionally rinsing it in the bowl of cold water at your side, to keep it cold.

After about 10 minutes, you leave the room and go back to the kitchen, filling a flask with hot soup so that even if Ethan isnt hungry when he next wakes up, it'll still be warm when he eventually is hungry, and going through the whole medicine cabinet. He did say last night he was getting a bad headache, so headache tablets are probably a good idea, and also pick up some migraine tablets and painkillers just in case. With that, you return to the bedroom to see Ethan squinting and using his hand to shade his eyes from the minimal light coming through the gap in the curtains, and you make a mental note of the migraine tablets you brought with you. Even in his clearly sick state, Ethan smiles when he sees you, and you sit back down on his side of the bed, placing his soup flask on his bedside drawers, along with the tablets, and continuing to apply the cold flannel to his forehead.
"How're you feelin' babe?" You ask him quietly.
Ethan shakes his head and groans "Fucking awful, my head hurts so much, the light is hurting my eyes, and I feel so weak, I just wanna sleep for 8 years and be done with this."
You giggle slightly at his exaggeration and nod "Sounds like a bad migraine attack, along with some other sickness you probably got at Indy Popcon. I've brought some soup in a flask so that whenever you're hungry, it'll be hot enough for you, and there's also some tablets here. I was going to bring up a glass of water, but I remembered I always make sure we both have one at either side of the bed every night."
Ethan chuckles and nods "You and your paranoia over waking up thirsty."
You nudge him playfully "Hey, it's a real fear!"
Ethan smiles up at you and changes the subject "Thank you for taking care of me baby, sorry I cant help you eat those waffles." He gestures at the waffles on your bedside table.
You scoff "Oh please, as if I need help finishing two plates of waffles, I could do that shit in my sleep! Dont even worry, they wont go to waste, and my main priority is making sure you're ok, you dont need to thank me for that."
Ethan shrugs "Im still gonna thank you regardless though."
You roll your eyes teasingly "What a rebel!"
Ethan smirks "That's just how I roll."
You laugh and shake your head "Whatever, how about you roll your way back to sleep, because you need to rest."
He pouts like a sulking child "But I wanna talk to you!"
You run your fingers through his hear absentmindedly and smile down at him "And I want you to get better!"
Ethan huffs "At least promise me you'll go sit in the living room or something so that you dont get sick too?"
You wheeze "Ha! As if Im leaving you, that's a real funny joke, good one Ethan babe. Im staying right here."
He cant help but smile at you "I really shouldnt be happy about you staying with me, because you're bound to get sick, but I'll get better faster with you here."
You raise an eyebrow "How does that work?"
Ethan shrugs "It just does, you make everything better."
Your heart melts at his words, and you're quick to slide into bed beside him and pull him into your arms, his face hidden away in your neck and one of his arms draped over your stomach, with your hands in his hair.
"You shouldnt be so cute while sick Ethan, that's not allowed." You tell him in a voice almost as low as a whisper.
Ethan buries his face further into your neck and holds you tighter "Guess Im more of a rebel than I thought huh."
You giggle and turn your head to kiss his cheek "The most adorable rebel I've ever known."
Ethan hums pleasantly against your neck as his tiredness hits him again "Just stay right here, I can already feel myself getting better."
You rub circles into his back slowly while your other hand continues to play with his hair "We'll be back to making out in no time!"
Ethan places a soft kiss on the side of your neck.
"Cant wait." He mumbles in a husky voice, before sleep takes ahold of him once more.

Your mind drifts as you continue to hold him, and you cant help but wonder how he manages to still be so cute and flirtatious towards you, despite being so ill. It's then, you realise just how calm you are, in comparison to when you were anxiously taking care of him not too long ago, and you understand exactly why Ethan is always so sweet to you, even when he's sick: it's the only way he can convince you that he's alright. He does it to calm you down, because he knows how much you worry about him when he's sick.

Even when he can barely keep his eyes open, he never stops taking care of you.