Random OneShots

Richie, the patient! Pt.3

By: ReddieFangirl on Ao3

Reddie

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"Richie? Hey, Richie? Wake up."

Opening his eyes after once again dreaming about horrific events that happened on stage, Richie felt like he was on another planet. He couldn't open his eyes, let alone see straight. Somebody was talking to him, but his cranium was in so much pain that Richie had no clue what the words meant. His stomach felt worse. It felt like a volcano would erupt.

Feeling himself being lifted to his feet, Richie's legs wouldn't cooperate, nearly toppling over to the ground. At least he was able to walk, but he had no energy. He pressed a hand to his churning stomach.

"Are you sure that you don't want to take the limo?" That was Steve's voice. He sounded close.

"How could you not call me? Next time you'd better contact me if something like this ever happens again!" Richie felt so confused, doing his best to keep up. Whoever it was sounded beyond angry.

Hardly aware of what was going on, Richie struggled to get inside of a car. He was barely able to keep his head up as he sat on the seat. Turning up his nose, a foul smell lingered in this car making him gag.

Somebody pushed his head down into their lap. Fingers brushed through his hair while the other hand smoothed his aching shoulder. Everything ached. He liked that. Wait, he knew that sensation. Only one person brushed his hair like that.

Richie slowly started to connect the pieces of the puzzle. "Eddie..." he smacked his lips together, noting that foul taste occupying his mouth.

Shushing him, Eddie stroked his boyfriend's hair, encouraging him to rest. He looked very worried. "We'll be home in a bit, Rich."

Not having the strength to ask any questions lingering in his mind, Richie was terribly guilty that he had to force Eddie to leave work and stop his studies just to come to his rescue. He was stressed enough as it was.

Feeling his stomach flip, Richie could only imagine what social media was like right now. Ronnie was known for making insulting tweets that ended someone's career. The first time Richie ever performed, thankfully social media was still on the rise, a critic only talked about his anxiety instead of his jokes. From that point on, before each show, Richie did a breathing exercise to get rid of his jitters.

Groaning, Richie avoided looking out the window of the moving vehicle. Eddie opened the window to let in a cool breeze. Sweat built up on the top of Richie's eyebrows. He was pretty sure that his clothes were swat soaked at this point. Despite feeling warm, Richie shivered. His bones ached. Eddie noticed, holding his boyfriend tighter.

Right when he was going to alert the driver to pull over, they were home.

Poor Eddie already had his heavy bag of school books to carry, plus Richie who could barely support himself. Even the little breeze was enough to knock him over. Leaning his boyfriend against the car, Richie's legs felt like jello. As he waited for Eddie to pay the cab driver, Ronnie's furious reaction replayed in his mind.

Grasping his churning stomach, Richie shivered. How was he cold when the sun was out? He just wanted to crawl under the covers and hibernate like a polar bear.

Feeling that uncomfortable nauseating wave in his stomach, Richie hovered his hand over his mouth. "Eddie..." Richie urgently got his boyfriend's attention. Right when he found his wallet in the mess of his bag, Eddie's eyes went wide. Quickly, he paid the cab driver. "Keep the change, thank you!"

Climbing the few steps to their house was the equivalent of trying to reach the top of a mountain in Richie's case. Eddie remembered the first time he ever came home with Richie. Still weak from his injury, Richie carried him inside, bridal style. Richie did so much for him, and now it was time he returned the favor. As he held Richie tightly with one arm around his waist, he encouraged his ill boyfriend until they were in the house.