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REQUEST: Tom helps the reader when the reader has the flu

"Hey, baby... Are you doing ok?" Tom's voice came from through the closed bathroom door. YN heaved up more dinner in response. "No... you're not... ok," YN pulled her head out from the toilet and wiped her mouth, "I'm better than earlier," You called through even though your stomach was still churning violently. "That's ok, then! You feel well enough to come out?" You eyed the toilet as your stomach churned and bubbled, "I think I'll stay in here just a bit longer... just in case." Tom hummed, "Ok... would you like anything? Like... some pillows or something?" You thought but was interrupted by bile crawling up your throat. You heaved into the toilet bowl and pulled away again when all that came up was useless bile. "No, I'm ok. I'll be coming out in a second, just let me brush my teeth," You guessed Tom nodded because he didn't say anything. You flushed the toilet and got the spare toothbrush out.

You and Tom always had a spare toothbrush for when you were sick and you used to wash it thoroughly afterwards so you didn't use your actual toothbrushes.

You spat the slightly gross toothpaste into the sink and washed it away. You walked out of the bathroom and re-tied your hair up because your bangs had fallen down.

Putting on some slippers, you slowly walked to the kitchen, where you grabbed a bucket. You took some headache stuff with a couple of crackers. You headed to the living room where you dropped the bucket in surprise.

There was your favourite movie on Netflix already loaded, the lights were off to give it that, "cinema feel" as your sister says and the sofa was pulled out to its bed form.

Tom was laying on the pull-out bed as he scrolled through his phone in his pyjamas.
(Which consisted of some loose bottoms and no shirt)
You picked up the bucket again and slowly walked around to the bed where you eased yourself down, not wanting to aggravate your already doggy stomach. "Tom... what's this?" You asked as he put his phone down. He held his arm up and you curled underneath it, savouring the warmth of his bare body. "I figured if I couldn't be with you and hold your hair back as you were sick like you do with me, I'd get you as comfortable as you could."

The simplicity of the situation (and the fact that your body was reacting Niagara Falls from your lower region) probably explained why you began crying. Tom held you as you cried.

He pressed play on the movie and you kinda watched it.

At one point, Tom had moved the bucket from your left side to his right side. When you frowned at it he gulped, "If you need to be sick... which I hope you don't..."
See... Tom was a little emetophobic and either blew chunks with the person puking or was on the other side of the house.

So, it meant a lot to you.

You'd ended up moving your head in his lap at one point after you'd puked up bile again. Tom had grit his teeth and gently stroked your back.

Your stomach finally felt like it had settled down and you had moved so your head was in his lap. Tom began moving his fingers through your hair and scratching in certain places which really eased your headache.

After the film had finished, you'd fallen asleep but Tom didn't move you.

He smiled as he looked down at your sleeping form.

Someday... Someday I will...