(Oh dear that sucks! This is just a blurb so it’s short but I hope it can do something to cheer you up! also thank you you’re too sweet)
The rain poured down as it planned on drowning you all and despite it being quite early in the evening it was already pitch dark outside.
Luke was lighting candles all over the living room as you sat and watched him. You were snuck up in not one but four blankets, two pair of socks, a knitted sweater and a pair of enormous pajama pants.
After having lit the final candle Luke turned around to you and sent you a sympathetic and perhaps a slightly bit teasing smile and all you did was sneeze in return.
“Bless you” Luke said and looked like he was trying his hardest not to laugh at you, curled up on the sofa with countless layers of clothes and blankets, with a runny nose and a grumpy face.
“Luke?” you said and your voice was that of someone who had spent the last 40 years of their life chain-smoking and drinking whiskey. Luke’s face immediately became sympathetic again and he leaned down beside you. “Yes, love?”
“I think I’m sick” you said with the blankets pulled up so they were just under your mouth and then you sniffled.
Luke broke out in laughter. You had been like this for several days now but absolutely refusing to admit that you were sick, but when he caught up to your grumpy face he stopped laughing and asked “Is there something I can do for you?”
For a while you thought about it then “You can stop being annoying” and you send him a gleeful smile. Luke on the other hand looked extremely offended, ”Hey! Here I was trying to be a good boyfriend!” and you laugh at the still insulted look on his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Then “I’d ask you to snuggle with me bu–“
“Okay” Luke answers with a cheeky grin before you even had the time to finish the sentence.
“I’d ask you to snuggle with me BUT I don’t want to make you sick as well”
Luke rolls his eyes and tries to scoop you over on the sofa so that he and his giant frame can fit.
“I will probably sneeze on you” you warn him and as he takes the blankets from you to wrap them around you both he answers “Lucky we have tissues then.
When he has finally settled beside you your face down his shoulder, “I’m warning you, I will get snot all over you” but all he do is laugh and pulls his arm around you, “Bring it” he then says and you smile against his shoulder.
For the rest of the evening you lay like that, listening to the sound of the rain and each other’s breathing and every now and then he makes you sit up and drink some water (“you have to drink LOTS of fluids when you are sick!” “Oh, who made you a nurse?”)And eventually when you are just about to fall asleep he scoops you up, with blankets and all, and carry you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed.
When he’s about to leave you whine loudly, despite knowing you sound like a child but he doesn’t seem annoyed just says “I’m just going to change”.
When he comes back he lay down beside you and pulls you in and you think that there are definitely worse ways to spend sick days.