Well, I'm sick and it fucking sucks, so why not write a cute oneshot about it? Based on a true story.
Mentions of barfing, I don't know if that's a trigger warning, but yeah.

I'm also too lazy to edit this sorry if it sucks.

Evan sat bolt upright on his bed, his shirt in a pool of sweat. He checked his clock: 2:34 am. Was he having a nightmare? He couldn't remember.

Then all at once, his head involuntarily whipped to the side, and he threw up. Tears rushed down his cheeks, it caught him totally off guard. He was perfectly fine last night, but now, as he was spewing chicken nuggets on his carpet, he felt like he was going to burst.

He sat there, hunched over for a moment, breathing heavily. Thank the Earth it was over. Then the smell hit him.

He gagged, stepping over the pile of vomit and down the hallway. His legs shook with every step he took, and he almost fell over as he stepped into his mother's room.

"Mom..." Evan could barely make a peep, his throat hurt, but Heidi's mother intuition knew what was happening. The next thing he knew, Evan was engulfed a huge bear hug, and they collapsed onto the floor. Heidi's shirt was stained with tears and excess vomit, but she didn't care. Her son was more important.

Heidi let go to fix her son's hair. "No school for you today, sweetie." Evan sighed, and he would have smiled if not for the shitty feeling coursing through his veins. His mom helped him up and into her bed. Evan secretly loved  it when Heidi let him sleep in her bed; he felt safer.

She went into the bathroom quick to grab a bucket, placing it on the nightstand next to him. She kissed his forehead. "You, sleep. I'm gonna go clean your room."

"Thanks, Mom," Evan whispered, and as soon as Heidi left the room, Evan was out like a light switch.

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"Evan...Evan..."

Evan opened his eyes to find his boyfriend hovering over him, his long hair dangling and brushing against his face. It tickled a bit, and he squirmed as much as his sick body would let him.

"Hey, babe," Connor smiled and sat at the foot of the bed. Evan slowly put himself in a sitting position and checked the time: 6:05 am. His memory came back, remembering the incident a few hours ago.

"Mom..." Evan thought, but Connor shushed him.

"She had to go to work, but you can't be alone when your sick, so I'm here. Ta-da!" Connor made some sarcastic jazz hands, which did nothing to perk up Evan's mood.

Then Evan grabbed the bucket hastily and threw-up again. He felt a pair of hands engulf him, rubbing his back. "Fuck..." he mumbled coughing for a second, his head hovering over his regurgitated dinner.

His t-shirt was drenched in sweat, and if it hadn't been for the potent smell of his barf, he would have smelled worse. Connor still sat next to him, not in the slightest hurry to move away. He grabbed the bucket from Evan. "You good?"

Evan nodded, and Connor got up to dispose of it. "T-thanks..." Connor turned around in the doorway and cracked a huge, cheesy grin.

A few moments later, Evan heard the toilet flush, and the sink run, and Connor came back in, holding a clean, good smelling bucket. Evan took it from his boyfriend, setting the bucket on the nightstand. Connor went to his messenger bag and pulled out his laptop. "Netflix?"

Evan nodded, and Connor sat next to him on the mattress, putting his legs on top of Evan's. "The Office?"

Evan nodded, leaning his head onto Connor's shoulder. Within minutes, he passed out again. Connor smiled at the sight of his boyfriend fast asleep. He couldn't even begin to think of what he had gone through in the past few hours, especially since Evan almost never got sick.

Connor watched two episodes in silence, just relishing in the peace he could have with the beautiful boy sleeping next to him. Once the second episode ended, he carefully laid Evan down on the pillow, gently kissing his forehead. He then crept downstairs, to get some water. From Connor's previous experiences with illnesses, he knew: the #1 rule was to always drink fluids. He filled three cups with ice water, carrying them up to Heidi's dresser.

Two more episodes later, Evan woke up again, and Connor brought him a cup of water. "Ya gotta drink, baby," he said and Evan nodded in agreement, but his body said otherwise. Evan forced himself to take a sip, soothing the pain for a moment. Once he made sure he was stable, he took a few more sips. "Thanks, Connie."

Connor sat next to him again, turning on a 5th episode, and this time Evan was able to stay awake for the duration.

But in the middle of a sixth episode he felt something bubble in his throat.

He grabbed the bucket subconsciously, but if he hadn't he would have ruined Connor's laptop. It wasn't as much as last time, Evan had nothing left to barf up, but he still felt terrible.

Once he was sure it was over, Connor took the bucket, and got up to go to the bathroom, but he heard Evan sniffle behind him.

"I'm...I'm sorry Connie you...d-d-don't have to-to do th-th-this it's my....my fault and..."

Connor set the bucket down in the hallway and ran to Evan's aid, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. "No, baby, it's not your fault. It was never your fault. Don't say that." Evan shook in Connor's grip, getting snot all over his black hoodie. Connor stroked Evan's hair. "You're okay, Ev. You're okay."

Evan nodded, mentally feeling better. Connor pecked his nose lightly, and Evan squirmed under his touch. The taller boy giggled, getting up to clean the bucket.

Once Connor came back and set the bucket down, Evan had passed out again, sprawled over the sheets. Connor moved Evan over a bit, then laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waste.

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4 days later, Evan walked along the sidewalk toward the Murphy household. He reached the end of the cul-de-sac, ringing the doorbell.

"Hey, Mrs. Murphy," Evan waved with his free hand. "I brought some soup for...um...Connor."

She gave him a warm smile, holding the door for him as he crept up the stairs.

Connor was on his bed, watching Parks and Rec, sipping Ginger Ale. He gave Evan a halfhearted smile. He paused the episode, graciously taking the soup and placing it next to him. "I'm not in the mood to make a joke right now, but thanks, Ev."

Evan smiled, sitting next to Connor and pecking his cheek. "I love you, Ev."

"Love you too."

They sat in silence for the rest of that evening; nothing more needed to be said.

Yep, ok I feel like shit.

And then there's Ben IN FUCKING LONDON. LIKE WTF BEN?? OUT OF NOWHERE HE JUST HOPS ONTO A PLANE!

Yeah, ok I'm done heere.