"It sucks being sick."
Requested by: Anon
You were laying under a million blankets on your bed, coughing your lungs out. You felt horrible and really didn’t want to go to the doctor. You were feeling pretty lonely, so you called your boyfriend, Soda to come and keep you company. You heard Sodapop’s signature knock at the door about 15 minutes later.
"Come in." You said weakly, but he still heard. He came through the front door then opened up your bedroom door.
"Hey D-.." He trailed off as he sat next to the slump that was you on the bed. "Doll?..A-Are you alright?"
"No." You sighed. You sat up, removing the blankets from your face. "It sucks being sick." Your hair was all messed up and you were wearing sweats. you didn’t care how you looked, you weren’t trying to impress anyone with your coughing skills.
"Wow.." He raised his eyebrows.
"Thanks, babe. Love you too." You said as you walked to the living room and plopped face down on your couch.
"I’m sorry." He chuckled. He followed you and patted your back. "Do you have a hair tie?" He asked. You held your arm out towards him. He smiled then removed the ponytail from your wrist and put your hair up in a messy bun. He got up and decided to go to your kitchen. You continued to lay there in misery for what seemed to be days. He came back a couple minutes later with a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"Thanks." You slightly smiled then sat up. You reached out for the bowl, but he pulled it away. He scooped the spoon in and placed it gently in your mouth. "You don’t have to feed me ya’ know.." You said, after you swallowed.
"I want to." He smiled and kissed your cheek, "Now be quiet and open up."
You gently laughed and did as he said. He fed you until all the soup was gone and then went to go put the bowl in the sink. He looked through your medicine cabinet and then came back with some cough syrup. You HATED the taste of medicine. Especially this one. It said it was cherry flavored, but to you it tasted like someone threw up in your mouth.
"No no no no no. No." You said as he poured it into a teaspoon.
"Oh come on. Be a man." He said slowly moving it towards you.
"Nooo!" You squealed, leaning away. "Why don’t you be a man, and try it?!" You shot at him. He shrugged then placed the spoon in his mouth, forcing down the medicine.
"See..Nothing to be afraid of." He said in a high pitched voice. He was hiding his disgusted face. You laughed a little then he poured another spoon full. You took a deep breath then swallowed it down, making you gag a little. He smiled then kissed your forehead as you laid on the couch, resting your head on his lap. He stroked your hair out of your face then took the T.v remote, turning on your favorite show. You suddenly coughed a little more.
"Get some sleep." He reached down and kissed your neck gently, "You’ll feel better when you wake up."
You nodded then slowly closed your eyes. After about 10 minutes you dozed off. Sick or not, you knew you could rely on Soda to make you feel better.