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Sick | Izzy 🍃

You were still on bed, covers all over you. Your throat hurted and you sneezed like crazy. Maybe you should have listened to Izzy when he told to wear that jacket while you were out. 

You heard footsteps getting closer to the bedroom. 

"(Y/N), I already told you not to cover your face o you'll get a fever" Izzy said. 

You just groaned in response. Izzy sighed and uncovered you. 

"Too much liiight" 

"I'll make you some soup" he said. 

"I'm not hungry, babe" you pouted. 

"It'll make you feel better" 

"But-" 

"No buts" he replied before going to the kitchen.

You sat on the bed and waited for the soup, no too excited. After some minutes he came back with a boul and two napkins

"Here" Izzy said offering it. 

"Nope" you said turning around. 

"Oh, come one, I made it with love" he teased. 

"... Fine" you turned back to him and opened your mouth. 

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow

"Otherwise I won't eat" 

He sighed for the fifth time this day and leave the bowl on your desk to bring a chair. You giggled when he came back and took the bowl again. 

"I can't believe what I'm doing" he said feeding you. "If you-" 

"Yes, mom, you don't have to say it all day" 

"Shut up and eat" 

When you were done, Izzy left the bowl on the desk again and lay down next to you. 

"Please don't sneeze on me" 

"What are you doing? It's almost time for the rehearsal" 

"I told Axl that I couldn't go today. Sure, he started yelling at me but I just hung up. I'll deal with him tomorrow" 

"But baby, you must be there" 

"Hey, being with you is more important" he said sneaking his arms around you. 

"I love you, Izzy" you said before he kissed your forehead. 

"And you're lucky that I love you more"