finn wolfhard imagines

sick

a/n: with all of this going on right now, why not do an illness story? also finn doesn't have coronavirus it's just a cold/bug

i hadn't heard from finn for a few days, i was starting to get worried. it wasn't often that we didn't talk everyday.

i rang him, there was no answer. i raised my eyebrow. okay now i was worried! so i rang him again. and again.

i grabbed my car keys and my spare key for finns apartment, so i would be able to let myself in. i headed over to his apartment.

"finn!" i knocked the door. there was no answer. "finn! come on, it's y/n!" i grabbed the key out of my bag.

the door swung open and revealed the most disgusting smell. "oh my god!" i held my nose.

suddenly i heard a groan from finns room. "y/n? is that you?" his voice was groaky, i went over to his room.

finn was laying on the bed, surrounded by tissues, blankets and medication. his face was pale like a ghost and his eyes were droopy.

i rushed over to him. "what's wrong with you?"

"i'm dying, y/n! i feel so ill!" he squeaked.

"maybe you're being a bit dramatic." i giggled. "move over, i'm joining you."

"but you might get ill, y/n." he looked up at me.

i shrugged. i wrapped my arms around him and stroked his fluffy hair. "i don't care, i'm going to look after you then when i catch your... illness, you can look after me."

he giggled slightly.

i put on a movie and i ordered some chipotle. we spent the next week together.

a/n: <3