Imagine taking care of Calum when he’s sick...
“I’m too hot!” Calum whined, kicking the blanket you’d wrapped around him onto the floor, his head pushing back against the couch as he coughed. “And I can’t breathe.”
“I know Cal,” You replied, stirring the cup of tea you had in your hand.
You made your way over to him, passing him the mug as you sat down. Calum looked at it for a second before placing it onto the coffee table.
“I don’t want tea.”
He pouted miserably as you chuckled, his expression reminiscent of a small child.
“You have to keep your fluids up.”
“I just want to be comfortable.”
With a small smile you scooted to the far end of the couch, motioning him towards you when you stretched one of your legs up over the cushions. With a cough Calum laid down between your legs, his arms winding around your waist as he buried his face into your stomach, his sniffling muffled by the fabric. Your fingers threaded up through his messy curls as you hummed under your breath, smiling widely when his breathing started evening out.
“Thank you,” He mumbled quietly.
“Get some sleep alright?”
One of your hands moved from his hair to run lazily up along his spine, lulling you to sleep along with him.