𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Work to Sickness • 𝖵𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗍 | (𝖡𝗈𝗒!𝗒/𝗇)

Victoria woke up this morning and noticed that you were sweating profusely. She quickly sat up in the bed and pulled the covers off of your body. At first she thought you were suffering from a nightmare, but as you shivered and tried to reach for the covers, she noticed that you most likely had the flu. But to double check, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

She sat on the edge of your side of the bed and gently pried your mouth open so she could stick the thermometer in it. She pressed the bottom on the thermometer and waited for it to beep. When it did, she took it out of your mouth and looked at your temperature, her eyes widening when she saw that you were 103°F. There was no doubt that you had the flu.

Victoria didn't want to wake you up, but she didn't really have a choice, as she needed you to cool off with something to drink and she couldn't make you drink while you were asleep. She gently shook you awake, causing you to groan and slowly open your eyes.

Victoria frowned at the noticeable eye bags under your eyes. You were a workaholic, and the only reason why you were this sick must've been from working so much. Victoria was going to start forcing you to take days off. You act as if she doesn't make money.

"Your sick, baby." Victoria said as she got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel so she could wipe your sweat. "Shit, what time is it?" You asked, completely ignoring her previous statement as you tried to get out of bed to get ready for work, but Victoria quickly laid you back down. She was going to go soft on you, but not if you were going to act like this.

"No, lay your black ass back down. You need rest."

"But I feel fine!" You argue like a child. Victoria shot you a glare, "no you don't, y/n." She retorted as she began to wipe the sweat off of your forehead, "you look like you just jumped in a fucking pool. Look at how drenched you are! And your temperature is 103 degrees, y/n! Like, what the fuck!" Victoria scolded, "I'm not letting you go to work like this, no matter how much you want to. Now relax, nigga." Victoria got up after wiping all the sweat off your body. She cringed at how wet the towel was. It was disgusting.

"I'm going to go make you some soup and Gatorade."

"I hate Gatorade-"

"Well it's going to help you with your sickness. Stop being a spoiled brat." You roll your eyes. Victoria raised her eyebrow, "I will go to Kehlani's house and leave you here alone if I have to, little boy." You quickly shook your head, "no, Victoria-"

"Then your gonna ear and/or drink what I give you. Got it?"

You submissively nod your head. Victoria smiled and pecked your forehead, "thank you. Now be patient while I get you something to eat."

"Yes ma'am." You sigh and lay back, patiently waiting for Victoria to bring you back some food and a drink.