SUMMARY: Steve comes over to help you when you're sick.
A/N: Sorry this is kinda short
Your POV:
Steve knew something was up when you hadn't been to school in 3 days. You had also stopped calling him and stopped answering his calls. Of course, you didn't mean to ignore him, you were just so sick that you couldn't get out of bed to answer the phone. By the fourth day, Steve decided he would go and check on you. He had been worried about you for a while now and was starting to worry that maybe he had done something wrong.
He drove to your house and knocked on the door. When he got no answer, he decided to knock again. You groaned as you tore the blankets off your body and slowly dragged yourself over to answer the door. The knocks kept coming. When you finally answered the door, you were relieved to see it was only Steve. He looked you up and down. Your unbrushed hair fell messily against your shoulders as you stood there in your pajamas.
"Are you okay?" He asked, raising a brow. You were barely able to keep your eyes open at this point. The walk from your bed to the front door had already exhausted you. You nodded groggily as you turned back around to go back to bed. Steve quickly followed you inside, shutting the door behind him. "Y/N, are you sick?" He questioned. You hummed in response as you flopped back into bed and shut your eyes. He gently rubbed small circles along your back as he spoke softly, "Y/N? Baby? Let me help you."
"Mm– I'm okay–" You murmured, just wanting to go back to sleep. Steve looked around at your messy room. There were tissues everywhere and clothes thrown on the floor. He placed his hand on his hips and sighed.
"Alright, come on, up you get," He started. He nudged you slightly and you groaned in annoyance. "Come on, baby, I'll run you a bath." He moved towards the bathroom and turned on the taps, allowing the warm water to fill the bathtub. As it slowly began to pour in, he picked up a few of the tissues that surrounded you and tossed them in the bin. He placed his hand on your back and shook you gently, "Y/N, wake up." When you didn't respond, he gently wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.
"Steve–" You wined. He let you down inside the bathroom and you held onto him to keep your balance. He slid your jumper down your arms and off of your body, throwing it into the hamper nearby. When he reached for your shirt, you stopped him. "Steve–" You groaned, your eyes barely staying open. "You'll see me naked." He moved back and looked at you with his eyebrows raised.
"Baby, I see you naked all the time." He said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, just let me help you." He moved his hand back onto your shirt and began lifting it.
"But I look gross." You whined in protest, leaning your head against his shoulder when it got too heavy for you to keep up. He rolled his eyes.
"Remember when I was sick?" He asked. He began slowly taking off your sweatpants, holding onto your waist as he helped you step out of them. You nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, well, I literally had snot dripping out of my nose and you still helped me." He added. You let out a soft laugh as you remembered. He looked at you, watching your sleepy smile. "Oh, is that funny to you?"
"Yeah." You giggled. Once you were fully undressed, Steve slowly helped you get into the bath. For a bit, Steve had to sit beside the bath to make sure you stayed awake and didn't drown. But once you woke up a bit more, he began cleaning up your room for you. He knew having a messy room would stress you out and he didn't want you to feel any worse than you already did. He put the dirty clothes in the hamper, picked up all of the tissues and picked out some comfortable pajamas for you to wear when you got out of the bath.
After your bath, you got out and wrapped yourself in a towel. You slowly put on the new clothes Steve had got out for you and fell back into bed. Steve lifted the blanket and placed it over your body to keep you warm.
"I'm gonna go make you something to eat, okay?" He said, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead. You hummed in response. As he turned around to leave, you grabbed a hold of his hand, making him turn to look at you.
"Thank you, Steve." You cooed. He squeezed your hand tightly before letting it drop and headed out to the kitchen to make you some food. You curled up under your blanket, feeling its warmth as you sighed. You were so glad to have such an amazing boyfriend like Steve. You thought about your previous relationships, they never looked after you like this.
After a few minutes, Steve came walking in with your favourite time of sandwich. He helped you to sit up in your bed. His quick reflexes lifted a tissue up to your nose as you sneezed, obviously not wanting you to sneeze on your food.
"I'm sorry." You groaned, scrunching up your face as you were upset and embarrassed.
"It's okay baby, it's what I'm here for." He joked. He placed the plate on your lap and moved around the bed to sit beside you. You slowly ate your sandwich, trying hard to keep your tired body awake to finish it.
When you finished eating, Steve took the plate from your lap and took it back to the kitchen. He crawled back under the covers and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head softly onto his chest. His chin sat on top of your head as he rubbed your back slowly. Your eyelashes fluttered a few times before shutting completely and you slowly drifted off to sleep.
