Since I got 40k reads in this book today and I wasn't sure how to thank you all, here's another imagine! Enjoy, and feel free to send in requests! 💕

"Achoo!" Another sneeze escapes Darry's lips as he reaches across the bed for another Kleenex.

"Bless you. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" You ask him, your boyfriend of two years that you live with.

"Yes, Y/N. I'm fine," He says, standing up and getting out of bed. He stays in the same position for a moment before grabbing onto the bedpost for support. Sensing his dizziness, you rush over to him.

"I really think you should stay home today, Dar," You say, easing him back onto the bed.

"We need the money, Y/N. I'll be fine," He argues. You frown. It's rainy and wet and cold out, and Darry is already sick as a dog, why make him worse? For a little extra cash in your pockets? That doesn't seem fair.

"Honey, c'mon. You're sick. Get back in bed, I'll call your boss," You urge. He sighs, and sneezes again. This time, more than once. You rush to hand him a tissue box in time.

"Thanks," He sniffs. You smile and kiss his cheek, pulling the blankets back over his body.

"Go back to sleep, baby. I'll take care of work for you," You tell him, walking out of your bedroom.

"Y/N, I can go to work. I'll be fine," He says, before breaking into a coughing fit.

"I wish you would stop being so stubborn," You tell him. He doesn't respond, probably a bit offended, so you change the topic.

"You need rest, sweetie," Is what you stay next, before leaving the room to go get a thermometer.

"We'll make a deal," You say, coming back into the bedroom.

"If you have a fever, you're staying home. If not, you can go to work," You say.

"Fine," he moans. Although you know you'll regret it, because Darry never gets too sick, you put the thermometer in his mouth.

After the beep, you take it out of his mouth and look at it, just as he breaks into another coughing fit. Holding the thermometer with one hand, you softly rub his back with the other.

"Sorry, babe, 101.3. You're staying with me today," You tell him. He frowns, but doesn't argue.

"I'll be right back," You say, and run into the living room to call his boss. Once you finally get ahold of him, he tells you that he's completely okay with it and is very understanding of the situation. He says it's fine and hopes Darry feels better soon. After thanking him, you go into the medicine cabinet into the bathroom and take out some decongestants and cough syrup.

Bringing them back to him you say, "Take these, honey. I just called your boss, he says he hopes you feel better soon. Don't worry about not being there, okay?" You tell him, pouring the grape flavored death -cough syrup- into a tiny measuring cup.

"Drink up," You say, handing it to him. He obliges, but gags when he's done. You look around quickly for a trash bin, but can't find one. You know it's okay, though, when Darry starts laughing.

"I'm fine Y/N, I just hate the taste of cough medicine," He says, pulling you into his arm. And then another coughing fit comes, so you duck away to pour him a glass of water in the kitchen. He gladly takes it, and drinks the whole cup, along with the pills you give him.

"Good boy," You joke. He chuckles, not exactly a laugh, it was shorter and deeper, knowing that it'll just make him cough again. You wish he would do it a bit more though, -once he felt better- because he has the cutest laugh in the world.

"Do you want something for breakfast?" You ask him.

"I could make you an egg or some oatmeal? Chocolate cake maybe?" You suggest to him. He starts to turn a bit green at the mention of food, so you just nod and say, "Okay, baby. Let me know, maybe you'll be able to hold down some toast in a little bit." He smiles weakly at you, then sneezes again, sounding very squeaky. You giggle.

"What's so funny?" He pouts.

"Oh, nothing. You just have a really cute sneeze," You tell him. Playfully, he slaps your arm, and you laugh again.

"I love that laugh," He says. You smile at him.

"Okay, honey, why don't you try to get some more rest," You suggest, embarrassed at the compliment. He usually is too serious to talk about the unimportance of a cute laugh. He has better things on his mind, maybe just not when he's sick.

"Sure," Is all he says in response, laying back down. You lay on the other side of the bed, but fight the urge to fall asleep, just in case he needs something from you.

Just as you thought he was drifting off to sleep, he looks up at you.

"You okay, sweetie?" You ask him. He nods.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me today. I love you," He says. Overlooking the fact that this is one of the reasons you're here -in sickness and in health- there they are, the three words that are always there, yet you only hear them once in a blue moon.

"I love you too, baby," You say, snuggling up against him, not even caring if you get sick too. He puts his arms around you, and you lay your head on his chest, he puts his chin on top of your head.

"I love you so much," You whisper, making Darry smile and drifting off to sleep into his arms.

A/N: So there was my cute sick Darry imagine because I'm back in the sickfic obsession. Also, imagine taking care of sick Darry. I feel like after a while he would be really vulnerable and cute and just want you to lay with him... I don't know but I want a Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr.
Anyways, what did you think of the imagine?