MCYT Preferences & Imagines :]

🪶Philza- Sick Day

art by @/stephart09 on Twitter!

a/n: yesterday i was sick so i wrote this to comfort myself. then today i was watching Philza's stream and he was a bit ill too! i hope he recovers quickly, and if you're reading this and you're sick too, i hope you feel better soon :)

summary: fluff, platonic! you are sick but Dadza and Mumza take care of you :D

pronouns used: gender neutral

TW: descriptions of being sick, nothing graphic

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Your POV (you live with Philza and Kristin and they're like parents to you)

I stepped off the schoolbus and I felt my body shake with chills as the big yellow vehicle rolled away off into the distance. It was a pleasant day outside, but my arms and legs were cold. My face, however, felt so hot, as if it were on fire. I knew I had a fever, so I was glad to reach my house.

I managed to walk up the crisp white stairs that led to the front door. Kristin was already there, holding it open for me. She looked at me concernedly as I walked in.

"How are you feeling now?" she demanded as soon as she shut the door.

"Worse," I admitted. She took my backpack from me and quickly put it down. It was very heavy. And all day today at school, it had felt heavier than usual to me, probably because I wasn't feeling well at all.

"You go upstairs and lie down," Mumza ordered me, and I complied. As I walked up the stairs, I heard her yell "PHILLLLL!" into the streaming room.

"What?!" he called back. Despite how bad I was feeling, a tiny smile danced upon my face. I loved watching them interact. They were so in love and it made me happy.

I lay down in my bed, which felt amazing, especially on my back. It had been hurting me more than usual all day long, which I suspected was another symptom of this sickness. A few moments after I had laid down, I heard footsteps clomping up the stairs and I recognized them immediately.

A knock at the door signaled Phil's arrival.

"Come in!" I tried to call loudly, but instead my voice was low and raspy.

Phil opened the door and strode over to me with a purpose. He put his hand on my forehead for a second, and then removed it a moment later with a frown.

"Jesus, y/n," Phil shook his head. "You're burning up!"

I gave him a weak smile. "That's what it feels like, yeah."

He looked down at me disapprovingly. "You know, all those times I lectured you about staying in school and the importance of your education, I didn't mean like this..."

I laughed but that lead to me coughing loudly. He looked concerned. Or as if he didn't know if it would be wrong for him to laugh at me too.

"Why the f^ck did you even go to school today if you weren't feeling well this morning?" he inquired.

"I had a Spanish test," my voice sounded weak. "I couldn't miss it."

He shook his head again, this time not at me, but while looking up, like he was having a profound thought.

"That's the problem with these f^cking schools, they put too much pressure on students and then wonder why they do sh!t like this," he muttered to himself. I suppressed a giggle. But then the dull pain in my back returned and suddenly I didn't feel like laughing anymore.

Phil looked back at me with the sternest look he could muster up. "Alright mate, you have to stay in bed and get some rest. I'll come back later to check on you, and when I do, you better be at least trying to sleep!"