You were laying on your couch, in a ball, feeling like shit. you keep coughing historically, and throwing up constantly. You were avoiding your boyfriends calls and texts because you didnt want him to come and help you. you mostly wanted him not to get sick, but also you look like shit. *Knock Knock Knock!* you hear from your door.

"mnggghh" you groan as you get up. you wrap a blanket around you body and hide the lower part of your face. you open the door to see Sam.

"Shit." you mutter. Sams eyes go wide and his face goes in awe as he gives you a hug.

   "Awe baby, your sick? you should've told me! i would've brought you soup..." He goes on and on about how cute you are when your like this. he picks you up and takes you to lay down on the couch again

       "Sam, easy, i don't wanna throw up on you." he chuckles, "That's the least of my concerns. Thanks though." he sets you on the couch and kisses your head. He walks out of the room and comes back with a  big water bottle with ice in it. 

        "Drink this, it will make your throat feel better." you drink it and shutter as a chill went down your spine. Sam pulls the blankets up higher on your weak body and snuggles you. You put your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his torso. the last thing you heard from him before you drifted of was, "Sleep well my beautiful girl." then you fell asleep.

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Awe yeah bae-bee! fist imagine for Sam!! 

warning: there will be smutt in some of these.

Sorry is this is bad, i'm in school! sorry i have not been posting, i've had really bad writers block.