#estapa

"They warned me about you, I should've listened." Mark Estapa x reader

POV: Mark Estapa taking care of a sick Y/N 

Between your chem lab and your physics exam, to say today had completely drained you would be an understatement. You had been up all night the night before studying and hadn’t even realized how strongly your head hurt until you finally laid down. You grabbed your phone to check the time, 3:37 pm. You had about 4 hours until your boyfriend's game. Enough time to take a nap and then get ready. You sent Mark a good luck text, changed your clothes, set your alarm for 6, and shut your eyes. You wake up not to your alarm, but to your boyfriend shaking you awake with a frantic look on his face. 

“Y/n, wake up” Mark says still shaking your shoulders trying to get you up 

“Mmhdjfdhjh” you mumble, still half asleep.

“Y/n.” He says more stubbornly

You finally roll over to face him standing over you only to realize two things. One, everything hurt. Two, it was 9:57 p.m. and you had slept through your boyfriend's game. 

“Oh shit Mark, I swear I set an alarm for 6.” You sit up as quickly as you can. “I must of slept right through it” you say, your voice raspier than usual. 

“Are you sick?” Mark asks hearing the tone of your voice. “I was worried when I didn’t see you during or after the game, I came right over.” 

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t feel great after class so I took a nap, but now I just feel like I got hit by a bus.” you say bringing your hands to your face. “I’m so sorry I missed your game, I know how much it means to you.” You feel the guilt flooding over you. 

“It’s not your fault y/n, your health means more to me, plus we won 5-2, so it wasn’t a close game.” he says with a smirk while taking his jacket off before coming to sit down next to you.

“I still feel bad.” You admit, but your throat is so sore it hurts to talk. 

“Don’t. I’m just glad you're okay.” He insists

You let out a cough and lay back down as Mark grabs you a Tylenol and water from your fridge. You can only focus on the pounding in your head as you wait for him to join you in bed. When he finally does, you snuggle up to him with your head on his chest as he turns on Netflix and starts playing the show you guys have been watching together. He gently runs one of his fingers through your hair and his other hand is wrapped around your waist holding you close. You try your best to stay awake but you fall asleep quickly to the sound of his heartbeat. 

You wake up to the feeling of nausea in your stomach. You quickly roll out of bed, careful not to wake Mark up, and run to the bathroom to throw up whatever contents were in your stomach. You sigh and put your head down against your arms on the toilet. Your body feels weak and your head feels like it's physically weighing you down. You can’t remember ever feeling this sick. Despite your efforts of being quiet, Mark appears at the doorway. 

“Shit baby, come here.” He says as he lowers himself on the floor behind you. He puts a wet rag on the back of your neck and you lean back against him as he begins to support your body weight.

“I’m sorry” you say weakly 

“Shhh you have nothing to be sorry for.” he lightly kisses the back of your head and brushes some loose strands of hair behind your ear. 

You fall asleep leaning back against him and he gently carries you back to bed. You don’t remember how you got there when you wake up in bed. Mark is quick to notice your sudden alertness and greets you with a kiss and chicken noodle soup.

“Good morning babe. Uh, I kinda made you breakfast.” he says awkwardly as he hands you the bowl of soup.

“Thank you Mark, for everything.” You can’t help but smile as you thank him.

“Of course y/n, I mean, you know what they say, in sickness and in health.” He says smugly with a grin on his face. 

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