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No matter what, Ollie wanted to bo be by his boyfriend's side. Even if the Brit was feeling ill.
Ever since they got together, they’d been more clingy with each other. They already hugged and embraced each other often when they were just friends. Ever since they started dating though, they’d been practically attached by the hip. Until break started.
Kimi’s break started a little earlier than they both thought, with the Italian getting ill in Abu Dhabi. It wasn’t the end of the season they both wanted, but it was all they could get. (But Ollie did visit Kimi’s hotel room and they both got out of the Prema Party)
Ollie hadn’t seen him since then, and he will admit he missed Kimi greatly. He missed having Kimi in his arms, he missed his voice, his humor. He missed Kimi.
Sure, they got to call and text a load, but it didn’t compare to being together in person.
The couple planned a day to hang out, and Kimi promised he would come over. But when Ollie woke up the morning Kimi was supposed to come to his house, he could tell instantly that he had fallen ill.
The scratchy throat, runny nose, and nasally voice were clear signs he was getting sick. Ollie had tried to open his eyes but was flash-banged by the sudden brightness from his open window.
Ollie knew he couldn’t cancel today. The couple had been wanting to meet over the break since Kimi got better, but have always made excuse after excuse. Postponing the day longer. After all the troubles they went through, he couldn’t cancel just because he felt a little sick.
But he didn’t want to get Kimi sick. Even though he wanted to see the Italian, he didn’t want to be the reason Kimi fell ill again.
So when Kimi sent a text asking if he could still come over, Ollie immediately responded, ‘i’m sorry, i’m sick.’ Kimi immediately told him no worries, and to get better soon. Ollie felt bad, but he felt even worse when he almost threw up a minute later.
He leaned over the side of the bed to a nearby trash can. A few minutes went by, and he felt better without vomiting. He looked over to his messy room. Ollie was content with laying in bed all day, but he realized how horrible it looked, it honestly looked like shit.
The Brit sat up and immediately had a coughing fit. He looked over and grabbed a water bottle that had been there for days, he needed to clean his room. He finally stopped coughing, but he swears he could’ve woken up the whole house. Ollie has never been more grateful to be home alone.
He turned to get out of bed, slightly stumbling a bit. He had to grab the bedside table to steady himself. He walked over to his closet slowly, trying not to fall over.
He felt too warm. Which was strange, since it was winter, here in Italy. Ollie changed into shorts and a shirt, before trying to desperately clean up the mess on his desk.
His head hurt like hell, he realized. He was sat back in his bed. The Brit stood up again, somehow managing to do so without falling, and made his way to the restroom.
He had the urge to throw up again. He tried not to, but he went from the sink to the toilet in seconds. He emptied his stomach of its contents from the day before. He felt horrible, and it would not stop.
His stomach started to hurt as the hurling didn’t stop. His throat burned and his stomach was aching. It felt like an eternity, but finally, it came to a halt. The painful couple of minutes seemed to last forever. Dry painful coughs came, and he felt his head pang. The door creaked open slightly, he felt a soft hand on his back. Gently, it was rubbing in circles to console him. Calming him down.
His hard coughing fit came back, and he tried to relax for just a minute.
His body had finally got settled for just a moment, and he wiped at his mouth. Turning around, he was greeted by none other than Andrea Kimi Antonelli.
He was confused, why was he here? He couldn’t even think about it for long, the churning in his stomach made his thoughts pause. He faced the toilet once more. Kimi was still rubbing his back softly. The contact made Ollie melt.
It was comforting, to say the least. It was all ruined when the burning sensation in his throat came back as he emptied last night’s dinner into the toilet. His head ached when he stopped. His heavy breaths were interrupted by painful coughs.
Ollie had felt like shit all morning. But now that Kimi was there, he felt way better than before. The hand rubbing his back, slowly and methodically traced shapes on his back. Ollie let his eyes close for a moment, slumping down. Almost lying on the toilet, if Kimi didn’t put a hand on his chest to lift him.
Exhausted, Ollie let himself relax against Kimi. The younger was leaning forward, the hand on his back moved into his hair, while the other stayed on his chest. Kimi was playing with his hair, gently stroking it to calm him down. Oliver felt himself start to black out, a kiss was placed on his hair as he did.
***
Opening his eyes, Ollie squinted at the light coming from the open window. Fresh air made its way inside, and Ollie tried to sit up.
He looked over to his right and saw a teddy bear next to him with a ‘Get better soon’ card on him. He would've laughed if he didn't need to throw up.
His head started to ache. He felt a cloth on his head, he thought it might’ve been cold once, and held it in place as he tried to get up fully. Consequently, he had a coughing fit immediately. He looked around for a place to spit and spotted a trash can to his left.
Leaning over the bed, Ollie spat into the trash. He stayed over the bed, trying hard not to throw up again.
He felt the need to vomit go away, as he moved to lay back down. Desperately, he closed his eyes. The ringing in his ears made it impossible to sleep. Just then, footsteps were heard in the distance, growing softer and more delicate as they approached his room.
Ollie couldn’t think of who it was, he didn’t remember how he got in bed. All he remembers is going to the restroom to vomit. He heard the door open gently, and somebody walked towards him. Something was placed on the bedside table, along with somebody taking off the cloth.
The warm cloth was replaced with a colder one. His head was starting to not ache as much, as he kept his eyes closed and focused on the towel. Just then, cold hands made their way to his arm, gently rubbing and massaging it. Strangely enough, Ollie could recognize those soft hands. Kimi
“Go to sleep, Orsacchiotto.“ mumbled the Italian. “Hai bisogno di riposare.”
Ollie blinked his eyes open, staring up at his boyfriend. He didn’t remember Kimi ever coming over, in fact, he thought he had canceled the hangout.
Ollie shuffled in bed slightly, breaking the eye contact they had. He closed his eyes for a moment, blurting out the next thing he thought of.
“Kimi,” the Italian hummed, “I love you.” He wrapped his arms around the soft teddy bear next to him, hugging it tightly.
Kimi placed a hand in his hair, before gently kissing it. The last thing Ollie felt before he fell asleep, was the warmth from Kimi’s lips kissing his hair.
***
Kimi sighed as Ollie's soft breaths turned into delicate snores once again. Kimi had carried Ollie into his bedroom, the taller immediately fell asleep in his arms regardless of the awkward positioning.
Kimi had been sitting in the empty living room of Ollie's home. He had mentioned that his family was going to be out of the house, thus making it the perfect day to come over.
When Ollie messaged him that he was sick, Kimi wasn't upset. Sure, he was a bit sad that their plans were canceled, but he would rather cancel than have Ollie be put through a grueling hangout because he felt ill.
Kimi decided to still come over anyway. He knew that the Brit was home alone, and wanted to see how he was doing.
He navigates through the slightly unfamiliar streets. He'd never driven on them himself (as he just got his license) but he knew the way to Ollie's home like the back of his hand.
Turning into an outlet, he stopped to grab some medicine and a juice box. But, as he was walking to the checkout, something caught his eye. A tiny stuffed bear with a ‘Guarisci presto!’ card on it.
He snickered to himself and ultimately decided to grab it. It was an inside joke, kind of. Ollie would get clingy sometimes, always wanting to cuddle. Kimi calls him ‘Il mio orsacchiotto’ which translates directly to ‘My Teddybear’ (it’s even Ollies contact on Kimi’s phone)
Kimi pulled out of the parking lot and started his journey to Ollie’s home. Blasting music on his way there. He pulled into the little neighborhood. He walked up to the front door. ’ Knock, knock, knock’ went the door. No answer.
Kimi paused for a second, unsure of what to do. He set his back on the concrete steps. Fumbling in his pockets to find his set of spare keys.
Kimi opened the door to the dim and vacant house. He walked in, locking the door behind him.
The home was seemed empty of any occupants. He placed his bags in the living room and walked up the stairs. He almost thought nobody was home.
He went up the his boyfriend’s room only to find it empty. He left the room and shut the door. Looking around the empty halls. He saw light coming from under the shut bathroom door.
“Ollie” he breathed a sigh of relief. At least he knew he was alive and breathing. As he walked past the occupied bathroom next to the bedroom, his heart sank a tiny bit.
He heard harsh retching. So loud that he could hear it as he walked past the room to the kitchen. Dry heaves are randomly interrupted by parched coughs.
Kimi's knocks on the door sent ignored, or rather unheard, over the loud coughing and hurling. If painted the Italian to hear the man he loves in such pain.
Fortunately, the door was unlocked. It opened with a loud creak that Ollie had heard. The taller perked slightly, still tense.
Kimi kneeled behind him, offering a hand on his back and soft encouragements into his ear. He seemed to be calming down, but that mask stood and was left ruined by more painful coughs and dry heaving. His body jerked at each painful moment.
Kimi kept his hand on his back, rubbing soft circles on the covered skin. His boyfriend turned down to face him, his face softened for a moment, before returning to a sour look as he faced the toilet again to puke.
As his fit calmed down, he leaned into the touch. Shallow breaths and dry coughs emerged again. Kimi drew little shapes on his back, stars and boxes, to calm him down. Kimi leaned into the cold hand through his t-shirt.
He calmed down fully, slumping down against the toilet. Kimi cringed slightly and put his other hand on his chest to lift him.
Ollie was slightly lifted because of Kimi. The Italian moved his hand from his back to his head, slightly playing with his hair. He could tell Ollie was exhausted. He was falling asleep in front of the toilet.
The taller leaned heavily into the touch, despite how tired he was. Kimi cooed quietly. The younger teen leaned down to press a kiss to his hair, his heavy breathing turned into soft breathes and snores as he fell asleep.
Kimi awkwardly picked up his boyfriend, the height difference making it look uncomfortable for both of them. He carried him to his freezing cold room. It was insane how he could wear shorts and a t-shirt in such a chilly room.
He placed him under the covers. Tucking in the older teen. He shifted slightly as Kimi leaned down, and moved his hair out of his face. Pressing a soft kiss to his temple as he slept.
His warm forehead was worrying. He placed his hand on top of it, almost yelping from how hot is was. He was burning up. He needed a wet cloth.
Kimi straightened up, and looked around the room. Quietly observing it. The usually clean room was a complete disaster. Empty dished everywhere, clothes sprawled on the floor, and takeout bags everywhere.
Kimi sighed at the sight. He left to go grab a trash bag from the kitchen, and his store bag from the living room.
He dropped off the items and left the room to go to the bathroom again to clean up the mess. He wrinkled his nose as he flushed the toilet. He stood idly for a moment, unsure if what to do, before leaning down to grab a hand towel. He dampened it and watched as the color darkened.
Immediately, as he entered the room, he placed the cold towel on his head. Hoping that the freezing cloth could help ease the growing fever. Even without measuring his temperature, he could tell just how sick his partner was.
He put the juice box he bought and the Gatorade he found in the fridge down next to his bed. Grabbing the trash bag to clear the empty bottles and half drunken ones. Also placing the teddy bear on the bed next to him.
He moved over to the desk, clearing unorganized papers and putting them in a stack. He picked up all the trash and moved on to the floor, throwing all of the scattered clothes into a basket near the closet.
***
Kimi left Ollie to sleep, making his way to the living room to relax for a moment. He checked on Ollie often, also switching his towel every hour or two.
He just left Ollie again, telling the older to sleep after replacing the cloth on his forehead. His cheeks flushed as he remembered how Ollie said he loved him. They’be never truly stated that out loud before. The words usually went unspoken, but clear to both boys.
Kimi sat on the family couch, slightly giggling. He felt like just a little boy with a crush in Junior High. But still, he found himself flustered by Olkies words. Even if said man was deliriously ill.
Kimi cleared his throat and head. Urging himself to get up and make something. He walked over to the kitchen, diligently looking around for some ingredients in the pantry. He gathered the vegetables and and meat, looking around for some herbs or seasonings.
He tried looking for some salt, and fortunately there was some. Unfortunately, it was on the highest shelf.
Embarrassingly, he couldn't reach it. After countless tries, he gave up and dragged a chair over. He grabbed a can and set it down on the counter, closing the door and setting the chair aside.
Kimi got to work making the soup for his sick boyfriend, wanting to make sure it was good enough for him (even though he most likely couldn't taste it.)
He turned the stove down a tiny bit, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. Slowly, he reached over to turn it off and pull the lot to the side. Patiently waiting for it to cool down, Kimi went back to Ollie's room to check on him.
The Brit was still sound asleep ehennhe went in there, but as he turned to leave he heard a desperate voice call out for him.
“Kimi?” he froze for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob resting.
He turned back around to face his now awake boyfriend. Ollie was trying to sit up and peel the cloth off his forehead. The Italian had to rush over to his side and ease him down, gently pushing him back down into the bed.
Ollie whined slightly, wanting to lean up. He grumbled incoherntly about wanting to get up and hug his boyfriend. Kimi chuckled softly at his antics, smirking as he told him he needed rest.
“ ‘dont wanna” whined the Brit. Kimi asked if he wanted some soup. Immediately, his face dimmed at the thought of eating something.
Ollie immediately said no, not wanting to throw up again. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“Its homemade, Ols” he added, “I thought you liked my cooking?” he joked softly, reaching a hand into Ollie hair and moving it out of his face. Ollie stayed lying down and closed his eyes for a moment. Thinking about it.
Gingerly, he accepted. The Italian gave a faint smile and kissed the now-exposed forehead. Kimi left the room to grab the soup, taking small gentle steps to the kitchen. He made sure to get loads of broth, just how Ollie likes it.
Kimi knocked on the door softly, opening it up after a moment. When he opened the door, Ollie was sitting up with his head back. The pillow was brought fully up. Ollie was drinking the juice box Kimi got him earlier.
He smiled softly, and walked up to Ollie. Placing the soup down on the table where the juice once was. Ollie thanked him gratefully.
The Italian pulled a bag of crackers out of his pocket, setting it next to the warm meal. The tall man offered a half smile.
Kimi observed Ollie, the latter just staring at the food in front of him. The short man grabbed the trashcan next to him, pulling it closer.
“Just take a few bites for me” he pushed his hair out of his face gently, urging Ollie to eat a little bit. “Please” he added softly.
Ollie hesitantly grabbed the bowl, holding it in his hands. Kimi kept his eyes locked on him. Making sure he ate at least ate something.
Ollie brought the spoon up to his mouth, slowly taking a mouthful of the soup. His slightly grim expression turned into pure joy. He stuffed more of the soul into his mouth, slightly expressing his love for the food through sounds.
The crackers helped the food stay down, and Ollie was appreciative that he thought of that.
Kimi cautioned him to slow down, and he obligied, still taking down portions of the food at a time.
Ollie thanked Kimi for the food, setting the empty bowl back on the table. Kimi urged Ollie to go back to sleep, claiming he’d be there when he woke up.
“Can you please stay?” the older asked softly. Kimi was gently pushing him to lay down again.
“Ollie, you need rest.”
He warned. Trying to get him to go back to sleep. The British man yawned, continuing his pleading “I know, but can you stay with me?” he begged, trying to lean up again. Kimi pushed him down gently, breathing a heavy sigh.
“Do you promise you’ll sleep?” Ollie shook his head immediately, causing his head to hurt slightly. He looked towards the window, eyes squinting as he watched the bright light from outside.
Kimi watched as his boyfriend looked out the window, he tried to come up with an answer.
“Find, I’ll stay with you.” he decided, standing up to bring Ollies desk chair next to the bed.
Ollie smiled as Kimi sat down next to him, his body aching slightly. He laid down fully, his arms making their way around the stuffed bear Kimi had bought earlier. Ollie closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.
“Do ‘ou pr’miss you’ll stay?” he asked Kimi again. Kimi laughed slightly, closing his eyes and leaned back with his legs crossed.
“I pinky promise” he laughed to himself, staring up at the ceiling before closing his eyes again.
After taking care of Ollie for the last couple of hours, they both could use some much needed rest. Just for a minute.
As Ollies breathing turned into gentle cool breathed and snores, Kimi leaned back in his chair. A few minutes wouldn't hurt. Kimi felt himself drift off to sleep, the world around him fading into black.