Prompt: Wilmer worried about Demi because he sees the media hype about her going to the hospital.

Demi's POV

I collapsed onto the bed once I got home from the emergency care center. I had never been this sick in my life. My head was pounding and the room was spinning. My nose was running constantly and I kept getting hot flashes mixed with cold sweats. I hated being sick, but since I traveled so much my immune system sucked. Wilmer wasn't supposed to be home for hours so I didnt even have anyone to take care of me. All I wanted was to curl up with him and sleep. It was hard to sleep without him, so I was tossing and turning, trying to get into a comfortable position. Eventually I was able to get comfy and was just dozing off when the door banged open downstairs.

"DEMI?!" Wilmer's voice sounded like a booming canon as I staggered out of the room, clutching at my head. I stopped at the top of the steps and gripped the railing tightly. Slowly, I began walking down them and Wilmer's voice go impossibly louder. "THERE YOU ARE! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?!"

I looked up and saw him a few stairs down from me. My head felt foggy and suddenly my weak legs couldn't hold me anymore. I collapsed and he caught me just as I reached the ground.

"DEMI?!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped, my head pounding.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

I clapped my hand over his mouth, "I have a fucking headache okay?! I'm sick! You're making it worse!"

"But... they said you had a lung infection. They said you were... in the emergency room?" He spoke in a hushed whisper now, stroking my cheeks and looking down at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The new sites, they're all making it seem like you were dying. Everyone is freaking out."

"Well i'm fine. I just want to go to sleep." I said in a snotty tone. He went to help me stand but I pushed his hands off of me, "I'm fucking fine Wilmer."

His arms dropped to his sides, "Okay."

I went to the bedroom and laid down again, curling my arms around a pillow and looking at the wall grumpily. He walked in and changed into pajamas, then sat lightly on the bed.

"Do you want me to get you anything?"
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I huffed, "Yes. I want tylenol, chicken soup, and a water."

He smiled at me softly and disappeared from the room. He was being so nice to me that it only further infuriated me. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my forehead hard. It hurt so bad and I began to cry. I didn't know why I was crying, I just felt so overstressed and overworked. I just wanted to sleep forever.

After a few minutes Wilmer walked back in holding a bowl and the rest of my demands. He hurried over to the bedside table and put it down then sat on the bed next to me, reaching for me.

"Dems what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" I growled, "Dont touch me."

He flinched away and pressed his lips together, "Sorry?"

I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder, whimpering, "I'm tired."

He hesitantly reached up and placed his hand on my neck, the other one wrapping around my waist, "So eat your soup, and take the tylenol, then sleep."

I shook my head, mumbling deliriously, "Nooo, I wanna sleep with youuu."

He kissed my forehead, "I'll sleep with you, but eat something first okay?"

I nodded and leaned up to kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch to you."

Wilmer shook his head and reached for the soup, "You're not being a bitch, you're cranky. I get it. I know how you feel. But eat."

I opened my mouth obediently as he held the spoon to it and swallowed the hot liquid, soothing my throat instantly. After I finished the soup, I laid down and snuggled up against Wilmer's body, pressing my cold fingers into his side.

"I love you."

His lis pressed against my temple, "I love you too."

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