SpainXSick!Reader Soothing Music

You always hated it. You always hated it when you got sick.

Well, it’s not that bad but having a runny nose, that led to a headache and a sorethroat was really unpleasant. You were in bed, because whenever you got up or stood, you would get a very bad headache and you didn’t want that. So you already prepared almost everything near to you, from water, tissues, and some biscuits if you had your appetite.

You blew your nose often that it turned red. You tossed the tissues to your trash bin, a few succeeded to enter, but many didn’t. You didn’t care anyway. Once it was all over, you would clean them up. You just had to sleep more than ever to get rid of this damn sickness.

But one more problem. People usually could force him or herself to sleep in situation like this, but you just couldn’t. You were not an easy sleeper, even at a time like this. You would hit your head, but that would make it even worse so you didn’t. Oh you really hated it.

When you closed your eyes, attempting to sleep again, now your door bell disturbed you. Someone was there. You covered yourself in your blanket, didn’t care whoever it was there. If it was your family, then they could come later or just barge in like always. But if it was just a mailman or similar… just go away.

You grunted that that person was so stubborn to make you open the door to him or her. You just ignored it, however, until it stopped and you could go back to relax. After a while though, your bedroom door was suddenly opened and you quickly darted your eyes to the door, which gave you slight headache.

“Mio dio…! Chica, Qué te pasó? Estás bien?” your boyfriend, Antonio, said worriedly as he approached you.

You were surprised to see him here. He usually told you if he was going to come. However, being in the weak condition you were, your face remained the same and just answered, “I’m real fine, Ton. Really…” you said sarcastically. Your voice had started to become hoarse since a couple of hours ago. He just frowned at that and ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re absolutely not fine, (name). You’re sick.”

“Thought you don’t notice it…” you said with the same tone.

“Shh, stop forcing yourself to talk. Just drink as much as you can,” he uttered and turned to see your glass, “Aaand I think you haven’t do it since your water’s still full…”

You shook your head slowly. You pointed to your head, gesturing that if you got up, you would get a headache. He understood your motion. “Alright then, just stay still. I’ll make some soup and take your medicine.” With that, he went to your kitchen and you tossed your body to your side, closing your eyes, even though you wouldn’t sleep.

After half an hour, he returned with a bowl of soup in his hand and medicine in his other hand. He put the medicine and the bowl on the table and helped you got up. He set a pillow behind you so you could lean well. He took the bowl and was ready to help you eat.

“Toni, I think I can eat by myself,” you said, taking the bowl from his hands.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

So you finished the soup and ate the medicine as Antonio was beside you, waiting in case    you needed help or something. When you were done, you lied in bed again.

“Now, sleep well, chica.”

“I wish I could though… you know I had this problem.”

He looked at you for a while before he went to a corner of your room and took your guitar. You had a guitar lesson with him since you had met him for several weeks. You had always wanted to play that instrument so you had your own guitar.

He pulled a chair beside your bed and sat. He strummed the strings and wore a strange face. You saw his face and asked, “Why?”

“Uhmm nothing, it just need tuning,” he said as he tuned the guitar.

When he was satisfied, he started a soft tone that turned into a calming, soothing music. He hummed as he played or sang some parts. Both his voice and the sound of the guitar were really wonderful. As you listened, sleepiness started to come to get you and you finally went to sleep.

When Toni noticed that you were already asleep, he ended the music and put the guitar back and returned to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, (name)…”