#heaton

Here's the deal, being sick, sucks! I feel gross, I want to just crawl into a ball and cry. I can't talk without coughing and I look like freaking Ruldoph! I also woke up with a raging headache and couldn't be exposed to light for too long because I would have squinted eyes and couldn't think straight. I sighed in irritation as someone knocked on the door, I shuffled to the door with my blanket wrapped around me and threw open the door, wanting to glare at whoever was there but my glare disappeared once I saw Jonathan. He had a shopping bag in his hand and a small smile on his lips but his stare looked concerned and his puppy dog stare made tears pool in my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Jonathan." 

"I'm sick and tired and I might as well be on my period," I whined in irritation and jumped as Jonathan pulled me in for a hug. 

"I know, just go sit in bed, I'll bring you some soup and I'll come join you." Jonathan watched as I waddled off to my room, I plopped onto my room and curled into my side, cuddling my knees close to my chest. 

Jonathan came into my room, holding the bowl of soup in his hands, I pushed myself up and held my blankets around me. Jonathan rubbed my back as I started coughing and sneezing. I had been using tissues like they were air and gulping water down like it was life. The quiet boy placed the back of his hand on my forehead and gave me a spoonful of soup. It felt weird with him spoon-feeding me but I didn't really have the effort or care to protest with him. After I was finished with my soup, Jonathan cleaned the dishes and then grabbed me a book from my nightstand. I couldn't think straight, he knew I liked reading and my brain was so because nothing made sense to my brain he read the next few chapters to me. 

"Jonathan?" I whispered, my voice croaky and unable to speak with coughing every few minutes. 

"Yeah, Y/N?" He questioned with a gentle smile, I smiled softly and tiredly. Just wanted to be held by him but knew that I wouldn't want Jonathan to get sick as he had his own family to take care of. With Joyce working and Will still trying to get better from all the sci-fi crap, I didn't want to hog all his time or make him unable to care. 

"Could you please get some throat losengers from the kitchen?" He nodded, squeezing my hand and kissing my forehead before he walked out. I glared at my window, pouting as the light blared in and then gleamed once Jonathan came back in with the packet.

I took it from him, thanking him for the help and then started sucking on the lozenge. Jonathan continued reading my book, I loved listening to him read, he brought all the characters to life with different voices for each one and continued to care for me whenever I went into a coughing fit 

"You're burning up, I'll get more water and you have a quick shower. Okay?" Jonathan informed, I smiled tiredly and nodded. I walked to the bathroom, showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I walked in, flopped down with Jonathan and rested my head on his shoulder. 

"I hate being sick," I mumbled, he chuckled, rubbed my upper arm and then kissed the side of my head. 

"I know, you'll get better soon and then we can do that photography trip that you wanted to do." He reassured me, I smiled softly, closing my eyes and cocooning into his side.

I don't really know what happened besides the fact that I fell asleep, Jonathan must have properly tucked me in and when I sat and woke up Jonathan gently rocked me awake and presented me with a gentle smile and a bowl full of jelly. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. 

"No worries." He sat beside me, handing me the bowl and I just eat the soft treat. It helped soothe the pain in my throat, my head hurt and I couldn't think about what to say to Jonathan. He even helped me with my schoolwork which I tried doing but obviously couldn't because of the brain fog.

A couple of hours later, I had taken a stronger set of cold meds, it made me a little loopy but I guess I kinda already was with the nonsense I made up trying to explain everything that came to mind. I stared at Jonathan for a few moments, giggling quietly and fiddling with his hand.

"You've got nice eyes, they're cool and they're different. I really like them." I giggled, staring into his eyes, he smiled sheepishly and picked me up slightly to readjust me so I was lying in bed. He tucked me in bed, kissed my forehead and made sure I had the teddy bears I had since I was little.