"(Y/N), are you okay?" I hear P.K. ask me after one of my many coughing attacks. I've been sick for the past two days and although it isn't the worst it could possibly be, it's still terrible. I've been in bed all day, tired as ever, because my cough has not let me get one minute of sleep.
"I think so." I croak, rolling over on the couch. I pick up the T.V. remote and change the channel, hoping to find a movie to watch to distract me from my sickness.
"Do you need anything before I head to practice?" He offers, walking over to me with his bag over his shoulder.
"No, I think I'm fine. Thank you." I say and look up at him.
"You have a game tonight, right?" I ask him.
"Yeah, I do. I just want to make sure that you'll be okay without me."
"Yes, P.K. I'll survive." I laugh and he smiles slightly, still concerned at my killer cough.
"Alright, well I'll get going. Love you, babe." He says and places a kiss on my forehead.
He soon leaves and I am left to myself to watch movies and cough all night. I watch the game on T.V. and the Habs take a 4-2 win over the Hurricanes. P.K. didn't score, but he still played a good game.
I hear the door open as I'm half asleep on the couch.
"Hey, (Y/N)." He says gently and places a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry that I took a little longer than usual to get home, but I thought you needed some soup, so I decided to pick some up." He tells me and places the soup in my lap.
"Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver." I thank him and eat the soup.
"Want to watch a movie?" He offers after I finish eating.
"That's all I've been doing all day and night." I say and his face drops slightly.
"Aw, I'm sorry. I really hope you get better soon."
"Me too, but we can still watch Netflix. There's plenty of movies to watch on there." I say and he smiles.
We put on a movie and P.K. places his arm around me and I finally drift off to sleep for the first time in what feels like forever.
