Migraine - Pablo x Reader
Writing this with inspiration from the huge migraine I had a couple days ago.
You were lying in bed, half under the covers, half out, your head was elevated, preventing the blood from rushing to your head. You had had a huge migraine due to stress, and at the moment you felt like you were dying.
Pablo walked in with a glass of cold water and some more pain medication for you, “Here babe, drink.” With a grunt of pain you got up slowly, and started to take the disgusting tablets, chugging water quickly afterwards to get the flavour out of your mouth.
He sat behind you and gently tied your hair back, in an effort to cool you down a bit, he didn’t tie it well, but you appreciated the effort. He then laid down next to you, gently stroking your back, you hadn’t lied back down yet, you were too busy enjoying his touch.
That’s when you felt it. You could feel those pills coming back up, and you made a dart for the bathroom. Pablo didn’t follow you, as he knows how you feel about him hanging around you while you’re throwing up. Instead, he went to get you another glass of water.
When you had come back, he was sitting on the bed, waiting with your glass of water. Whining, you grudgingly wobbled over to him, taking the glass of water and putting it on the bedside table. You then hugged him, his head buried into your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.
“You don’t have to do be here you know. I smell like puke, I am constantly whining and crying, and in all honesty, I am not that much fun to be around." He looked up at you, his eyes filled with worry, “Y/N, when you have had a migraine for three days and your suffering, I am going to be here to help end it.”
He tried to kiss you, but you stopped him, preventing him from kissing puke breath. “Babe, can you please go get me a migraine kit, that seems to help, and it always knocks me out.” He smiled, and got up to get you one, while you slowly climbed back into bed.
When he back, you were already sitting with your glass of water, and he could tell you were crying from the pain. After you had taken the six tablets included in the migraine kit, you lied back down and prepared to fall asleep soon.
Pablo had walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to you. He didn’t cuddle you, although he so desperately wanted to. But he knew you would not want to be cuddled when you feel like shit. Instead, he wiped away your sweat and tears, and put a protective arm over you, holding your waist.
You remember drifting off to sleep, enjoying his protective touch, and him placing gentle kisses on your forehead.
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