Alan Ashby/OC
Rated K+
could you do one where you're sick and alan takes care of you?
"Ugh…" You laid in bed and moaned, you hated being sick. You stomach turned and your head hurt. You couldn't stop coughing and you were started to lose your voice. Alan came in with a bowl of soup and sat it on the table next to you.
"Alright, prop yourself up so you don't spill." He said, fixing your pillows.
"I don't want to move…" You complained, Alan shook his head.
"Come on babe." You groaned and lifted yourself up, Alan gave you your food and you ate it slowly. When you were finished you tried to lay back down,
"You need to let your food settle first," Alan said, earning him another groan from you. He put a wet rag to your head.
"I'm dying I know it. This is the end." You said in a raspy voice.
"No you're not, you just have a cold."
"IF I DIE YOUNG, BURY ME IN SATIN, LAY ME DOWN ON A BED OF ROSES" You sang out, you're voice cracking and choking on the last few words. Alan laughed and stroked your face. He hated seeing you uncomfortable.
"i think it's time for your medicine." Alan got up and grabbed the bottle off the dresser.
"NO." You protested, trying to get away.
"That's too bad Y/N! Do you want to feel better or not?" Alan said pouring some liquid on a spoon.
"I'd rather taste dog shit than taste that again." You scowled. He laughed and put the spoon to you mouth, you shook your head and he tapped your lips with the tip of the spoon.
"Open up."
"No." You said.
"It'll be real quick then it'll be over, come on." He finally convinced you to take it and you swallowed it hard. Scrunching your face up as it slid down your throat.
"Ugh yuck." You downed a glass of water and laid down. Alan laid next to you and stroked your face before kissing your cheek.
"You're going to be okay Y/N don't worry." He lightly chuckled as you fell asleep.