Requested once again : Can you write a tom Holland imagine where he comes home from set and he's feeling really unwell and says that he was feeling kinda off all day at the set but now that he's home it kinda hits him that he's feeling really sick to his stomach and his head hurts really bad and he ends up throwing up all night and you're taking care of him? Thanks!
I take it back when I said I update too much, now I barely have time to write so these might be shitty.
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"Babe, are you sure that you're okay?" You asked and grabbed Tom's arm to support him as he stumbled around the room.
"I'm fine, just tired I guess." Tom answered, shaking his head, hoping that the head ache would go away even though he knew that it wouldn't help.
"I think you should go to bed, you just got back so get some rest," You said, leading Tom up the stairs. You tugged him in bed before you placed a small kiss on his forehead. Tom shut his eyes as you look at him.
He looked pale, his lips were dried and occasionally he would coughed. You would always glanced up from your book, looking at him carefully.
After the third time, you were done with him coughing. You decided to go to pharmacy, buying some of the medicines Tom always get when he was sick. After you arrived at the flat, you went into the kitchen, getting a cup of water. Later, you set the medicine on the night stand next to the bed.
You placed your hand on his forehead, the heat immediately traveled to your skin when your hand made contact with him. You shook your head, feeling bad for him because he just got back from the movie set and as soon as he got home he got sick.
Tom woke up when the sun was already below the horizon, he looked around for you. He called out your name when he spotted you on the single seat couch reading your book. You looked at him and stood up right away, rushing over to him when he tried to get out of bed.
"Don't even think about it, Tom." You said sternly, pushing him back lightly onto the bed once again.
"But I'm thirsty," He coughed. You went over to the night stand, holding the cup of water at him before he grabbed it.
"There are medicines over there," You pointed out.
"But I don't need any medicine," he said.
"Don't lie to me or yourself." You gave him the pills and watched him swallowed them down.
After you made him dinner, you tugged him in bed once again. You raised your brows up at him when you saw him staring at you. The cover was covering his lower lips as he stared at you tiredly.
"What?" You asked softly.
"You look so cute," he said, his voice was a bit muffled under the cover. He shifted under the cover cutely and continued to stare at you.
"Well you look like a burrito." You stated before you went back to reading your book, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. You told him to go to bed without looking up but he didn't.
"My belly is feeling woozy," he said randomly, "my head and body are aching."
"That's why you have to sleep, you're going to feel better later," you closed your book and walked over to the bed, laying yourself on the bed next to him, not caring if you could get sick too.
"Get away from me," he squinted his eyes at you dramatic. You just shook your head and hugged him. After a minute of silence, Tom eventually slept. His breathing was heavy and his body temperature was still high.
You decided to turned off the light and went to bed next to Tom. After what seemed like an hour, your arms were thrown off him and he rushed to the bathroom. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and followed him. You placed your hand on his back, rubbing up and down a couple of times as he dug his head into the sink, throwing up everything he ate.
After a couple of minutes, you grabbed a small towel and cleaned off his face as he stared at you. You guided him back onto the bed again and just sat there in the dark together, the only light source was the light from the bathroom.
"You okay?" You asked, looking at him worriedly. He nodded his head and gagged a bit as if he was going to puke again.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," you stood up ready to take him out.
"Love, it's the middle of the night and plus I'm fine, I really am." Tom reassured you. You stared at him for a minute, trying to read him.
"Alright, but tell me when it's too much." You said, pushing him down on the bed and pulled the cover over his already warm body.
That night Tom woke up more than once to puke, making you more worried about him. You decided to laid a few think blankets on the floor along with pillows two meters away from the bathroom so that if he needed to puke again, it would be easier for him to go to the bathroom.
You would play with his hair, helping him sleep and occasionally add more blankets when you saw him shivered. Your eyes were droopy but you didn't dare to let yourself sleep.
After a few times of puking out food, the only thing that was coming out of his stomach was water, his face was paler than before, almost white. He would complained that he was cold even though four blankets were wrapped around him.
In the morning his head ache got better and he started to puke less. He was still coughing though but not as much as before. You let him eat the medicine again and told him to sleep once again.
"I'm not sick anymore, no need to go to the hospital," Tom said when he woke up. He felt much better after lots and lots of nap. He didn't puke anymore and his head ache was starting to go away.
"Don't try to be tough when you're sick. Don't push yourself."
"But I am tough," he said, pouting his lips.
"I know but you're also very bad at hiding your sickness." You said, coughing at the end of your sentence. Your eyes widened as you turned to look t Tom.
"Well would you look at that," Tom smiled under the cover.
