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"Baby??" A familiar voice called out.
You were home alone, your family had gone out for some reason or another. Not worrying about their sick, eldest daughter and you knew how to take care of yourself when you were sick. Which often meant staying in bed a majority of the time, or laying on the cold tile of the bathroom floor after getting rid of some of whatever was making you feel this way, hopefully. Like now, sweaty and cold, the toilet lid closed. You reveled in the cold tile beneath you, laying in a loose form of the fetal position on the floor, letting your body recover from its rough expelling ritual which often left you pale, shaky, and tears in your eyes.
You barely heard the footsteps outside the bathroom noise, nor the door opening before you heard that familiar voice again, bordering on panic.
"Jesus Christ, baby? Baby?!" You felt a soft hand on your thigh and another on your cheek. "Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?? Are you dying?"
"Eddie, Eddie," You moved slightly to look at him, wincing at the tough tile against the swell of your rib cage. "I'm okay. Just sick. I just do this sometimes to recover."
"You're sick?" Eddie muddled over you. "Why didn't you call me? I'd have been here right when you said so."
"It's just a stomach bug, Eddie," You reassured him.
"But you're sick," Eddie whined, searching your gaze.
He took note of your pale face, eyes red rimmed and eye sockets almost looking hollow. His hand moved around your face, checking your temperature and taking note of how hot you were, damp with sweat.
"Are you cold on the tile?" Eddie asked.
"A little, yeah," You nodded, closing your eyes at the way he cupped his cheek. "I guess I need to go back to bed before I get too cold."
You moved to sit up, limbs weak and shaky.
"Not without help," Eddie told you. He lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to your room down the hall and tucking you into your covers. "Do you need anything?"
"Umm a wet washcloth. Like with cold water and then you ring it out so it's not dripping with water," You told him before pausing a bit. "And Sprite, please? We have some in the fridge downstairs."
"Of course, sweetheart," Eddie leaned down to kiss your forehead before taking off out of your room.
You were half asleep when the sound of Eddie's shoes sounded from down the hall, growing closer. You opened your eyes, peaking up over your covers to see he had the cloth you requested in one hand, and your sprite in another with a straw through the opening.
"Do you want a drink now?" Eddie asked, walking closer.
"Yes please," You nodded, sitting up.
"Just sips though, okay?" Eddie told you, holding the can in front of you.
You did as he told. And Eddie put it on a nearby table once you were done. He handed you the damp washcloth and you laid down, setting in on your forehead before getting fully settled.
You watched as Eddie took over his shoes and his leather jacket, putting them over by his desk. He also took off his jeans, leaving them on the floor by your desk before crawling under the covers with you, spooning you from behind. He pressed a soft kiss to you shoulder, brushing hair from your face before settling an arm around your waist.
"Call me next time, okay?" Eddie told you quietly. "I can take care of you, baby."
"M'kay," You mumbled, already on your way to be asleep.
"Okay, take your nap, baby. I'll be here if you need anything," You nod, pushing yourself against him before fading off into sleep, smiling at the warmth at your back.