I wake up to the sound of my ear-piercing alarm ringing at it's finest. I groan and hit it, getting up. A sudden urge to throw up comes to the top of my throat and I hold my head over the toilet bowl, grasping my hair was a worried B/f behind me. I stand up, feeling better. I brush my teeth. "Babe-- what the hell, are you okay?" he follows me to the room. "I'm fine, I need to get to work though" I throw my hair in a pony tail, feeling slightly dizzy. I cough and sneeze my way to the wardrobe, finding my clothes. "Baby, stop-- you're sick" B/f lays on the bed. I sigh and sit next to him. "But--"
"No buts, you're burning up princess, just call in sick for a few days He pulls me back to the bed and covers me with the blankets. He snuggles in to the duvets with me and wraps his arm around my waist. "You're body is so warm, you must have a fever" he mumbles against my neck. "It'll go away soon" I whisper. He leaves small kisses on my neck, "even when you're sick, you're still so beautiful" he smiles.