Your pov:

You sighed and laid you head down in your desk, you were exhausted, today work was hectic and crazy and to add to that you had woken up today with a headache which had only gotten worse as the day went on. It was now a full blown migraine and you were starting to feel sick to your stomach. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball in bed and cuddle with your boyfriend, but you still had another hour of work and another three hours before your boyfriend max came home.

You groaned and sat up, you tried to focus the best you could on your work but it was impossible with how sick you were feeling. You glanced up as your boss walked by,
"Holy crap! Y/n you look terrible!" She exclaimed, you just shrugged not having the strength to even try to pretend you were okay.
"Go home it's almost the end of the day anyways." She said kindly, you nodded and grabbed your bag, you slowly made your way out of the building and to your car. Once in your car you let the tears stream down your face, everything hurt.

You sighed and wiped your eyes, crying wasn't gonna get you home any sooner. You started your car and drove home, once home you didn't even have the energy to go upstairs, you just drop your stuff by the door and collapse on the couch, you immediately fall asleep.

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An hour later you wake up sweating, you can feel your stomach doing flips. You slowly sit up and glance at the clock, just under 3 hours until max gets home. You slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom, you sat down on the cool tiles by the toilet and within seconds was brining up the little food you had eaten today. When your down you rinse your mouth and sit down with your head leaning back on the wall, tears slide down your face as your head pounds.

You without giving it much thought pull your phone out of your pocket and phone max.

M- max Y- y/n

M: hey babe, is everything okay?
Y: no
M: are you crying? What's wrong?
Y: everything hurts
M: everything hurts? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?
Y: I'm not hurt, I'm at home
M: okay then what's wrong?
Y: I'm sick
M: oh babe, what's wrong?
Y: migraine, and I threw up
M: where are you?
Y: bathroom floor
M: okay stay where you are, I'll be home in ten minutes, okay
Y: okay

You put your phone down and slowly feel your eyes start to close as you drift off into sleep again.

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You woke up as you felt yourself being picked up, you opened your eyes and found max carrying you into the living room. "You definitely have a fever." He commented when he saw you were awake, he gently laid you down on the couch and then went and grabbed some medicine and some water. He came back and sat next to you, he handed you the pills and then the water.
"Were you feeling sick this morning?" He asked, he ran his hand through your hair,
"I only had a headache." You replied, you moved so you were snuggled into the side of him, you let out a content sigh which made him laugh,
"You comfy?" He teased, you nodded,
"Thanks for coming home."
"No problem schatje."

A/n:
Bit of a shorter one today, but please request!