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Sick!Jack Frost X Reader

A/n: uh I'm gonna do a car sick scenario cause I've had one in mind for a while and I love Jack lol. Sorry if ya don't like it.

North had given Jack a few days off and he decided we were going on a road trip. Jack had never really been in the car due to being able to fly, but I quite liked driving and used my car regularly. We decided to take a road trip together over the break. We had no idea where we were going, just that we were gonna spend some quality time together, alone.

Me and Jack hopped in my car and began driving down some random ass highway. Jack had never been in a car for a long-distance so I had no idea how it'd affect his body; for that exact reason, I was keeping an extra close eye on him. He drove for about 3 hours before stopping at a gas station. Jack stayed in the car watching the gas tank fill as I went in and bought some drinks and snacks for us.

Once I paid I headed back to Jack. I pulled the nozzle out of the car and put it back, closed the gas cap the jumped back in the car. I handed my boyfriend his snacks and he wasted no time digging in. I started the car and drove out of the gas station, going back on the highway.

Jack finished his snacks and drink in no time, throwing his wrappers back in the bag and then into the back seat. He adjusted in his seat and got comfortable, laying his head on the window, liking the cold glass against his cold skin. I noticed that he seemed more exhausted and worn out than usual, but I reasoned with myself that it was just the motion of the car making him tired, as that's what it always did to me. I also noticed his face looked pale, but it was always pale and the sun was right on Jack's face right now

I could Jack getting progressively paler and his cheeks developed a bright flush as we continued down the highway. He was swallowing convulsively and had one arm draped tightly over his stomach. "Hey, you feeling alright? You look really sick," I didn't get a response, instead, he quickly pried open my glove box and pulled out one of the many plastic bags I had in there.

I knew he was gonna throw up so I kept my eyes peeled for an exit so I could get off the highway. I couldn't tell if he was car sick or sick sick, but I was a little upset that he hadn't told me he was feeling bad. I knew he never get sick and he always hid his injuries, so he was probably just pulling that shit. I placed a gentle hand on his back, discerning that the one time I'd seen him throw up, he was an absolute mess.

The next exit wasn't for another mile and there was no shoulder so I knew he was just gonna have to either wait it out, which was unlikely, or get sick in the bag. The second option began to seem more and more likely as I heard the rapidly increasing belches, and hiccups leaving Jack. I began gently rubbing his back as I saw tears pooling at the corners of his eyes, finally succumbing to the fact that he was definitely gonna throw up.

Just as I predicted moments before, Jack was soon quickly unclutching his fist holding the bag and positioning his head over it. He let out a watery retch and the first wave of vomit splattered into the plastic. I used one hand to drive and the other to rub circles across his back, hoping I could stop soon. He sat back from the bag for a moment panting, before he paled again and puked up another wave of sick into the bag. I winced at his awful state, continuing to rub his back as I frantically searched for a turn off.

Thankfully I saw an exit right up ahead, less than a mile. I quickly pulled off and stopped in the first parking lot I saw, not really caring what business it was for. I shift the car into park and unbuckle my seat belt, getting out of the car and rushing over to Jack's side of the car. "Do you think you're done?" I question Jack gently, returning my hand to his back and resuming rubbing soothing circles across it.

He shook his head no at my question, before splashing another stream of sick into the already quite full plastic bag. I comfortingly rubbed his back until the spell was finished. Once I was positive Jack wasn't gonna throw up again, I take the soiled bag from his hands and walk over to throw it in a garbage can they had in the corner of the parking lot. I hand him another bag from my glove box just in case until I returned.

We sat in the parking lot for a few more minutes, Jack hanging out the car door and laying in my arms while his stomach settled. "Hey babe, let's stop at a motel for the night and keep driving tomorrow," I start before I was quickly cut off with Jack yelling no. He quickly elaborated saying he didn't want to ruin the trip but I ignored him and began driving to the first decent quality motel I saw.

I left my still extremely ill boyfriend in the car while I checked in and got us the keys to our room. I headed back to my car and drove down to where our room was, parking the car in front of it and jumping out to unlock the door. I went back to the car to fetch Jack, then helped him through the now open door. I gently laid him down on the single bed, peeling off his thick sweater, before tucking him under the motel blankets.

I move the trash can to his bedside, seeing as he was still looking quite sickly. I was beginning to suspect that this wasn't car sickness, but instead some kind of guardian sickness.

A/n: Well I hope you enjoyed the way I wrote your request, please leave me more! Sorry if you didn't like it tho. Anyways, BYEEE!!!

~Luna