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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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I’m Definitely (Not) Sick (Preath x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you write anything with Preath as team moms? Love the writing!

Featuring: Sick Reader and Worried Team Moms Preath!

“Chrissssssssssssssssssssss!” You whine as Tobin digs her knuckles into the top of your head, messing your hair up completely, laughing all the while.

Christen giggles at the sight of you, bits of your hair pulled from your ponytail and sticking up in every direction.

“It’s not funny.” You pout, sending a glare in Tobin’s direction.

“Ehh, it kind of-

You grab whatever you can, in this case, it’s a bobby pin and launch it at Emily, the woman grimacing as it hits her right in the forehead.

Emily pouts.

“Dadddddddddd, Y/N hit me.” She whines, Kelley turning to you with a narrow-eyed glare.

“Keep your kid in line Heath.”

You huff.

“She started it.”

You grunt when you’re suddenly pulled backwards, become the innards of a Preath sandwich the two wrapping their arms around you.

You grumble, the two women giggling as they ruffle your hair, not stopping until it’s a complete and utter mess.

You pout, your pout deepening when Christen takes a photo on the mop on your head, Tobin grinning beside you.

“Aww, no pouting.” Christen cups your cheeks, the pout leaving your face as Christen kisses your forehead, your lips splitting into a grin.

“There she is.” Tobin nudges you beaming.

Christen moves to straighten your messy hair, the forward swatting at Tobin’s hand when she, again, tries to mess your hair up.

Before you even realize what’s happening your eyes are fluttering shut, your back resting on the headboard between Christen and Tobin, the two smiling as you fall asleep in their arms.

***

The following morning you wake with a grimace, your head throbbing and stomach aching. You sit up with a groan, grabbing your head as your blurry eyes scan the room finding it empty.

You guess that Mallory had decided to stay with the others after you’d fallen asleep.

You still, your eyes widening when you feel a familiar burning sensation in your throat.

You slap a hand over your mouth and sprint to the bathroom, falling to your knees, by the toilet’s side, heaving your stomach’s contents into the bowl, your body aching painfully.

You shake your head, gathering your bearings after a few minutes before you move to your feet and stumble towards the sink.

You shake your head.

“I can’t be sick.” You mumble, nausea overcoming you once again, a grimace on your face as you glance at the toilet.

You had to get better, you HAD to be ready for the game today, and no matter what you WERE playing in that game.

***

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Tobin asks the second she spots you shuffling towards the table where she, Christen, Alex, Kelley, Ashlyn, Ali and Megan are sitting.

“Man, you don’t look so good.” Emily grimaces, the blonde’s eyes narrowing as she inspects you closely, earning a half-hearted shove.

“I’m fine.”

You’re so busy focusing on Emily you don’t see Christen coming, the woman’s hand sliding on your forehead.

“You’re burning up.” She frowns in concern, green orbs widening when you abruptly pull away.

“No, I don’t, I’m fine.”

Tobin moves to her feet, making her way towards the two of you.

“Y/N, if you’re sick you-

“I’m not sick!” You yell, stomping away from the pair, your entire team’s eyes on you as you head back out of the room.

In reality, you’d wanted breakfast, but the churning in your stomach told you, you needed to get up to your room, and needed to get up there fast.

***

The entire way to the stadium, you were silent, the feel of Christen and Tobin’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

The nausea was getting worse, you could feel yourself starting to sweat, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead.

You shake your head.

You weren’t sick, you were going to play in this game and no one was going to stop you.

***

Christen frowned sadly, watching as you shuffle to your place on field, slower than usual.

You absolutely loved starting, today though, something was off.

“Something’s wrong with Y/N...” Mallory whispers, earning a nod from the older forward.

When Christen HAD seen you sick, you were distant, angrier, something that Christen knew not to tale to heart, that was just how you dealt with being ill.

Christen glances at Vlatko, wondering if she should bring up the fact that your playing was off, wondering if she should tell him it felt like you had a fever this morning.

She didn’t want to hurt you, lately, you hadn’t been starting as often, this meaning the world to you.

There was no way Christen was going to take that away from you.

***

It was your fault, entirely your fault.

If it hadn’t been for you, Canada wouldn’t currently be up by two considering you were the one in charge of protecting Alyssa.

You walk, slowly, towards the locker room, your head spinning as your stomach ached.

You grab your head, your eyes slamming shut as you try to get your bearings, unlike this morning though, you’re unable to.

“Whoa, hey...” You hear Julie say, the woman’s hands resting on your shoulders as you stop in the tunnel, grasping your head.

Emily moves to stand beside Julie, grimacing at the look on your face.

“Y/N, you don’t look so good.” You hear Carli say, her voice followed by Christen’s.

You’re unable to hear exactly what she says though, her lips moving but voice muffled, a high pitch ringing in your ears making you sway on your feet.

Like this morning, her hand moves to rest on your forehead, but unlike this morning, you’re unable to stay on your feet, black spots dotting your vision as you fall back, never feeling the impact considering you pass out before you hit the ground.

***

“Y/N!” Christen yells as you hit the tunnel’s floor, your teammates surrounding you, as well as a number of Canada’s players.

“Fuck, I knew she was sick.” Christen growls as she pulls your head into her lap, the recently alerted medical team shoving their way through the crowd.

“She’s burning up.” Tobin frowns as she brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

The medical team chatters on, but all Christen and Tobin can see is you.

Christen had taken you under her wing when you joined the Royals, eventually moving in with Christen considering you didn’t have anywhere else to stay.

And wherever Christen was, Tobin was soon following behind, the two essentially a package deal.

“Let’s get her loaded up.”

Christen’s pulled out of her trance at that, the woman glancing at Tobin, her brown orbs filled with the same fear Christen is feeling.

“EMTs are here!” Another voice calls out, Christen’s heart racing in her chest.

“I-” She glances at Vlatko, who’s just knelt down beside her and Tobin, the man’s hand resting on her back.

“I know you want to go with her, but we need you Christen.” He frowns, turning to Tobin.

“Do you want to-

“YES.” Tobin yells as you’re lifted onto a backboard, lifted into the air and placed on a stretcher.

“Keep me updated.” He nods, as Tobin turns to Christen, the forward nodding.

“I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will.”

***

Tobin can hear Christen before she sees her, the forward’s shoes clicking on the hospital hallway’s floor, getting closer and closer before she rounds the corner and sprints into the room.

“How is she? Is she alright?!” Christen pants, frowning when she sees the IV stuck in your arm, your lips parted as you snore softly.

“She’s dehydrated, and has a pretty bad stomach bug, they’re got her on fluids, and some medication.” Tobin frowns from her place right beside you.

Christen makes her way towards the bed, sitting on the edge beside you, the woman cupping your cheek.

“I should’ve known...” Christen shakes her head, brushing a strand of hair out of your sleeping face.

Your face scrunches up momentarily before your eyes open, just as the remainder of the team walks in, all still covered in sweat, shirts covered in grass stains.

“There she is.” Kelley moves towards the bed, she and Alex standing side by side at the end of the bed, soon joined by Mallory, Emily, Ali, and Ashlyn, Julie moving to stand beside Tobin.

“Chris?” You rasp, the woman grabbing a cup of water from your bed side, guiding the straw into your mouth before you take a healthy sip.

“What happened?” You groan, Julie taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“You fainted.”

Your eyes widen.

“I what?”

“Fainted.” Carli answers.

“Yeah, we were worried sick!” Emily adds.

You look up at Christen sadly, before turning to Tobin.

“I’m sorry.”

Tobin shakes her head, cupping your cheek.

“Don’t be.”

Christen nods, watching as your eyes flutter slightly.