Why don't we shorts

Sick day - Jogan

Triggers: throwing up

Jonah pov

I woke up this morning feeling like death. I am nauseous and I have a horrible headache. I can hardly talk, so there's no way I'm going to the studio today. I don't think I have a fever, but I'm gonna check when I get up again just to be safe.

"Good morning, Jonah. How'd you sleep?" Daniel asks as he makes his way to the coffee maker. "I hardly slept at all. I'm getting sick. I can't go into the studio today." I managed to mutter without hurting my throat too bad. "Oh no! Are you ok? No fever?" He quickly questions. "I haven't checked yet." I sigh. He just grabs the thermometer, handing it to me. I place it under my tongue and wait for it to beep.

*Beep beep* I pull it out and look at the small screen reading the numbers out loud. "102.1... Great!" I cough then lay my head on the back of the couch. "Do you want me to stay home with you?" He asks as he grabs a washcloth and soaked it in cold water, ringing out. "Here, put that on your forehead." He handed it to me. "I'll be fine. I can always call Logan if I need someone." I smile. "Someone's got a crush." He teases. "Oh my God stop!"

A few hours later, the guys left to go to the studio. I say on the couch curled up under a pile of blankets. Out of nowhere, I got bit by a major wave of nausea. I threw all the blankets off and ran to the closest bathroom. I full-on slid when I got into the bathroom. I dropped down gagging, throwing up in the bowl. I felt my throat burning, the horrid taste hitting my taste buds. After a few minutes, I was just dry heaving. When I finally thought it was safe to get up, I flushed the toilet and stood up. I went out to the kitchen and grabbed a small glass of water to rinse out the taste, then I popped a mint in my mouth.

I curled back up on the couch and grabbed my phone. I clicked the phone icon and clicked a specific contact.

Connecting...

"Hey Baby, what's up?" Logan answered the phone with lots of energy. "I'm sick Logan... Don't feel good," I whine. "Oh, God. Do you want me to come over?" He asks, concerned about me. "Yes please." I responded quickly. "Ok I'll be over in 10." Logan says softly before hanging up.

It wasn't long til I heard the front door open. "Jonah. Where are you, babe?" He questions, walking into the room. I weakly put my arm up, "right here." He ran around the couch, sitting next to me. "Do you have a fever? Have you eaten?" He pulls my blankets up. "Last time I checked my temp was 102. I haven't eaten, no." I say before being hit with a sneeze attack. Logan reaches forward and grabs the box of tissues for the coffee table. Once I finally stopped, I curled up against Logan's side. "I'm gonna make you something you eat ok?" He tried to get up but I pulled I'm back down. "Can we just order something and cuddle?" I beg, showing off my doe eyes. "Ok, since you're sick I'll make an exception. You know I normally don't order out." He smiles at me, pulling out his phone and opening the door dash app.

"I'm gonna find some sort of soup for you, ok?" He questions. I just nod, with my head on his chest. I heard the payment successful sound that the iPhone makes, then I felt his arm wrap around me. I shut my eyes, letting my sleepiness engulf me.

I woke up to the smell of fresh bread and soup. "Thank you. Have a great day." I heard Logan say, grabbing the bag and closing the door. He came back over and sat down with me. "Hey Jo, you're soup is here." He whispers, rubbing my leg over the blanket. I sit up and take the cup from him, nodding a thanks. I slowly began to eat the contents in the cup. Ooh chicken noodle! Logan leans back with his bowl in hand. It didn't take long for either of us finish our food. Soon as I was clear to cuddle with the older male, I did just that. It only took about ten seconds for me to fall asleep again. "I love you Jonah." I heard as slipped deeper into sleep.