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Sick!Justin Foley X Reader

A/n: Okay, by request, we're going to do this based on when he was detoxing, so I hope yall enjoy it!

(Y/n)'s POV:

I had known about my boyfriend's drug problem for a while, but I was too scared to confront him in fear of losing him. But when Clay finally found out and forced Justin to detox, I offered to be the one to do it, and since I was his girlfriend, Clay gladly agreed.

So that leads me to where we are now, Justin curled up on my floor- since he already puked on my bed and couch- leaning over a bucket with a blanket draped over his shoulders. I rubbed his back as he groaned dramatically, I was forcing him to drink water so he wouldn't get dehydrated after how many times he threw up.

Didn't matter though because, without the constant stream of drugs in his system, his body just forced it right back up. "(Y/n) please I can't take it anymore, just go pick me up some, please." The sick boy pleaded.

"And why the hell do you think I know where to get drugs?" I question my boyfriend sarcastically.

"Well, you smoke." He rasps, still hanging over the bucket.

"Yeah, weed. We live in California Justin, there are dispensaries everywhere, all I need is to go to my sister's dispensary." I laughed lightly. We had had this talk many times, I was all for plant medicine, and Justin based it on stereotypes after his mom and time on the street, always leading to harder drugs. "Just lay down and get some sleep. Hopefully, you'll feel at least a little bit better when you wake up." I order gently.

He nods then gives me the 'come cuddle' look. I sigh laughing gently, and after getting him to promise not to puke on me, I carefully curl up behind him, rubbing ginger circles across his tender stomach when he moved my hand to it. It doesn't take long for the sick boy to drift off, about 5 minutes after we laid down, I could already hear the raspy snores leaving Justin's lips.

I sat with my sleeping boyfriend for half an hour until my phone went off and I carefully peeled myself from the warm embrace. I quietly walked out of my room into the hallway and shut the door before answering the phone, seeing it was Clay. "Hey Clay, wassup?" I asked as I answered the phone.

"Hey, can I come over and check on Justin?" He questions, obviously worried about his detoxing adopted brother.

"Uh yeah go for it. The front doors unlocked and were up in my room on the floor. The dramatic groaning is kinda hard to miss." I joked, trying to ease the teen's nerves.

"Okay good because I'm in the driveway. I'll be up in a few." I laughed when I heard the boys response, of course, he was here.

"Alright see you in a few," I said still giggling, before hanging up and returning to my thankfully still sleeping boyfriend. I went back to my previous position and replaced my hand on his still upset stomach continuing to stroke it until Clay finally burst through my bedroom door. I huff angrily as the loud noise startled Justin awake, causing him to scramble for the trash bin again. "I told you he was sleeping, you could have been a little quieter," I lecture.

"Oops sorry," Clay says, awkwardly staring at his still puking brother. I ignore him, instead, going to Justin's side, gently rubbing his trembling back as his stomach strained itself to force up the little bit of water and bile it had left. Once he was done, I handed the trash bucket to Clay to clean and told him to take care of my couch and bed too.

While Clay did his punishment chores, I gently comforted and cleaned Justin up, before helping him lay down on my now vomit free couch. Thankfully it was fake leather, easy to clean, but doesn't get wrecked. I place the thin blanket over him again and put the cold cloth back on his forehead. I stepped back as Clay came back into my room, thankfully quietly this time.

He sped up to his brother and gently stroked his forehead, gauging how bad his condition was. I could tell how bad he felt about forcing Justin to detox and therefore causing his current condition, but we both knew it was for the better. He stepped back and let me cuddle behind my sick boyfriend again, subconsciously using his foot to move the now empty trash bin closer to the couch.

Instead of rubbing his stomach, I this time moved my hands to rake through his sweaty brown locks, allowing his teary eyes to slump shut, causing him to drift off. "If you want to stay you're welcome to, just tell your parents you're spending the night or sum and we can take shifts." Clay nodded, stepping out into the hallway to notify his parents, and I got comfy next to my boyfriend, following his lead and letting my eyes slump shut as well, I could be woken up later if it was needed, for now, I was gonna take a fat nap with my boyfriend.

A/n: Welp I hoped you like it. I was thinking of doing Chat Noir next, so lmk who you wanna see. Well anyway, byeee!!!

~Luna