Do you think you could write one where you get really bad food poisoning and fever any lynn takes care you you please thankyou so much
Thanks for prompt, sorry it took me so long to get around to it.
Each time you took three steps away from the toilet, you were being propelled right back into it. Like clockwork, or some kind of disgusting pattern that was triggered each time you stepped into the same spot. Trying to reach your phone seemed like an impossibility, your stomach churning and your sweat gathering in widespread pools behind your neck and down each side of your throbbing face. Coughing made it worse but not coughing made you gag. Holding it in made your throat clench, but the thought of throwing up again was sending tears to the forefront of your eyes. They stung, the salt prickling your vision and impairing your ability to grab your phone even further.
“Ughhhhhh.” You groaned out loud, rolling your head back until that evidently made the room spin. “Nope.” You choked, steadying yourself before falling back onto your knees, angling your head securely inside the toilet bowl before the rest of whatever, out of date, undercooked, inedible meal you’d devoured last night decided to come back up.
“Y/n?” Lynn’s voice floated through your brain, feeling unattainable as you did your best to search for her.
“We’re kinda late, you wanna hurry up?” She was joking, but she sounded mildly irritated. Or maybe you were just feeling sensitive due to your current position. You didn’t want Lynn to see you like this, not yet anyway. But you really weren’t coping too well alone.
“Hey.” You called weakly, hoping she would eventually make her way to the bathroom anyway.
“Oh shit.” Suddenly Lynn’s body was behind yours, the warmth of her touch calming you as she pulled your wet hair from your neck. “You’re burning up real bad, babe.” She commented, a soft sense of panic in her tone. She was gone for a moment, your eyes watering at the lack of her presence. After what felt like a lifetime she returned, a cold flannel pressed to your neck and then your forehead.
“What happened?” She asked softly, as if she were afraid to startle you. You cleared your throat, resting your weak frame onto hers. She enclosed your body, giving you enough room to breath but enough support so that you didn’t have to worry about holding yourself up.
“I think my dinner might have been out of date, like last year.” You slurred dramatically, Lynn’s giggle echoing from her chest as you rested your ear against it. “Yeah, I thought that restaurant looked a little, not good. I’m gonna call the guys and tell them we can’t make it.” Lynn reached for her back pocket, your clammy grip around her wrist stopping her.
“No, no. You can’t. I’ll be fine. Feeling better..better, alread-dy..” You words were interrupted by yet another wave of violent nausea, your panic at the thought of Lynn seeing you in a such a vulnerable, icky position wiped away by your lurching forward.
“Get it all out.” Lynn soothed, not a hint of disgust in her tone. You did as she instructed, hoping this was the last time.
“Okay, we should get you to bed.” Lynn whispered, helping you to your feet before flushing the toilet for you. You were wobbly to say the least, Lynn carefully stripping you to your underwear before laying you underneath the thinnest sheet.
“You good?” You asked, perching on the edge of the bed as she brushed your hair from your face. You nodded, at least you tried to.
“I’m gonna go get something to bring this fever down. Promise I’m not coming on to you, it’s just easier to cool you down with less clothing. Stay under that sheet though.” She winked lovingly, dropping down to place a kiss on your forehead before striding purposefully into the kitchen. Your shivering was rocking your whole body, every inch of you trembling as you attempted to swallow thickly. Lynn returned before you could get too worked up again, helping you drink a soothing glass of water before getting some anti-nausea and fever reducing tablets in you too.
“Thanks.” You whispered, your voice croaky and barely there. Lynn’s eyebrows twisted into the same shape they did when she saw a cute cat.
“What?” You laughed, halting the action when giggling made your stomach swirl.
“I love you.” She whispered, leaning down to lie down next to you. She kept her distance, not wanting to increase your heat. But her fingertips reached for yours and intertwined themselves, staying there.
“Thank you for looking after me.” You said softly.
“I’ll always look after you.” Lynn promised.