Why Don't We Sickfics

Corbyn

Corbyn's POV
The bathroom light was making me nauseous, and I shifted my spot on the floor. My stomach was swirling, and I was sweating. Overall I felt gross.

I had sprinted to the bathroom, feeling the need to throw up, but now that I was actually in front of the toilet, my body wasn't letting me vomit.

"Jonah!" I called out, wanting him besides me. I gagged into the bowl, but nothing came up.

3rd POV

Jonah awoke from his sleep, hazy and a little confused. Wasn't Corbyn next to him before?

The brunette got up to search for his boyfriend, not before hearing his name.
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Corbyn was in pain. His throat felt as if a cat was scratching it, from all the retches and gags he had to endure.

His stomach felt like a tsunami, rolling in giant waves, rocking back and forth. Some reaching the back of his throat, where he felt the need to vomit, then crashed back down.

Corbyn had come close to puking, but never quite getting there and he was tired of it.

His body physically hurt, his muscles were aching and he felt weak.

"Jonah!" The blonde cried, tears slipping down his face. Corbyn wanted it gone, he wanted all of this virus to be taken from his body.

Corbyn wiped the tears falling, wanting to be held, comforted, to be told he'd be fine, because he actually felt like he was dying.

A wave of nausea coursed through the boy, and he quickly leaned over the bowl for a fifth time. This time felt different though, he felt like he knew he'd actually throw up.

The blonde felt fluid rise up his throat, and saliva filled his mouth. His head felt foggy, and Corbyn realized he couldn't really breathe. A chill ran down his back, as a small whimper escaped his lips.

"Jonah!" Corbyn rasped, before expelling a scarily large amount of vomit. It burned his throat while splashing into the bowl, dirtying the clear water.

Salty tears streamed down the blonde's face as he choked up more bile, the droplets falling into the toilet.

A large hand fell on Corbyn's back, and the blonde looked behind him. Jonah was rubbing his back, and moving the hair from his forehead.

"You okay now?" Jonah asked. "That was kind of a lot."

Corbyn nodded, and found himself being pulled into Jonah's lap. Corbyn laid his head on Jonah's chest, moving to get comfortable.

"C-can we stay like this?" Corbyn whispered. "Still feel sick, don' wanna move to much

Jonah kissed the top of the blonde's head. "Of course sweetheart." He murmured.

The two stayed like that for awhile; until Corbyn fell asleep. Then, Jonah gently picked up his boyfriend and carried him back to their room. He set a bin on Corbyn's side of the bed, and crawled in beside the boy. Corbyn rolled over, and snuggled into Jonah's warm body, the feeling calm and comforting. Jonah wrapped his arms around Corbyn, and the two fell asleep just like that.

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ew i hate my endings
soooooooooooo hi, how was your day? yes im updating at 1:11 in the morning, so sue me

ImPoRtaNt sTuFf:

- I was thinking of doing a little Christmas contest, which i might elaborate on...

- I have four more drafts to post before the End Of 2019

- I kinda want to give you readers a nickname, so comment if you would want one I guess? Something short and sweet, but I don't want to keep sying "bye everyone" and "bye guys" because that's boring, and kinda unoriginal.

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i think that's it, so yeah

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