NHL Imagines

Dylan Strome (2) (Arizona Coyotes)

You slowly opened your eyes and stretched, before sitting up right in your bed.  Your boyfriend Dylan wasn't beside you but you could smell something delicious being cooked downstairs so you knew where he was. 

Suddenly, a wave of nausea coursed through your body and you ran for the toilet, spilling your guts out into it.  

"(Y/N) are you okay?" Dylan's voice called from the other side of the door within seconds. 

You couldn't reply as you were hit with another wave and threw up even more. 

Dylan yanked open the door and crouched down beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you threw up. 

Once you finally stopped, you rinsed out your mouth, brushed your teeth and then turned to Dylan who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"I don't feel really well," you stated, your voice hoarse. Your nose was stuffed, your throat hurt and you had a headache. Great. You were sick. 

A look of concern crossed Dylan's face.  He brought his hand up to your head to feel how warm you were and winced. 

"Alright, I'm going to take today off," he stated. 

You were shocked. Was he really going to give out on practice just to take care of you?  As much as you wanted to oblige with his decision, you knew practice was important for him so you refused.

"Dylan, you can't just skip practice to take care of me! Practice is important! You need to go. I can take care of myself, it's not like it's my first time getting sick," you coughed out, rolling your eyes whilst saying the last sentence. 

But of course, Dylan being as stubborn as he is, refused. 

"Nuh-uh.  Today's practice is optional. I'm going to take care of you today so go off to bed and don't you dare argue on," he ordered, with a mock - angered expression, before ushering you to  bed and tucking you in. 

Once you were tucked in, he gave you a sweet smile and said, "Alright, I'll make you something to make you feel better, don't miss me too much."  And gave you a little kiss on your forehead before walking out. 

***

About 20 minutes later, the door to your bedroom opened and in walked Dylan with a steaming bowl. 

He placed it down on the table beside your bed and helped you sit up and turn towards the table. 

"Mmm, this soup looks good. Thanks , Dylan," you said gratefully, a smile making it's way on your face. 

"No problem, anything for you," Dylan said, giving you kiss on your forehead again. 

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but smiled nonetheless. 

Once you finished your soup, Dylan put the bowl away and tucked  you in bed again but this time, instead of going off to make something, he got in beside you and pulled you in close. 

"Dylan," you whined," I'm sick, i'll get you sick and then you'll miss hockey!" You protested, trying to scoot away, but that only made him hold on to you tighter.

"Shh, stop fighting, i'll be fine, just sleep - you need it," he whispered, giving you a quick peck on the lips. 

"Fine," you sighed defeated. He already gave you a peck on your lips so there wasn't much to save him from,now. 

You snuggled into Dylan, and drifted away with a smile on your face - happy to have such a caring boyfriend. You couldn't have asked for anyone better.