Steddie One shots

Sick

Tw: emetophobia, panic attack

Eddie PoV
I woke up and rolled over, careful not to wake my sleeping boyfriend next to me. I watched his chest slowly rise and fall with each breath.

I kissed his cheek gently and got out of bed, throwing my shirt and one of Steve's jumpers on.

It was colder as usual, with dark storm clouds looming in the sky. It was perfect weather, and nothing could screw it up.

I made my way downstairs and flicked through the cupboards, finding something for breakfast. I found bacon and eggs in the fridge, and bread in the cupboard.
I grinned and started cooking, the scent of bacon wafting through the air.

There was the sound of footsteps and then a door slamming from above, and I glanced at the roof. Steve was awake now, but what the hell is he doing?

I flicked the stove off and took of my apron and ascended the stairs two at a time. When i got to the top I glanced around and saw that Steve's bedroom door was wide open, but the bathroom wasn't.

I knocked on the door gently and when there was no response I opened it softly. Steve was sitting on the floor, next to the toilet with his head in his hands.

I walked over to him and crouched down, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Stevie? Whats wrong baby?"

He took a deep breath. "I feel sick.. Like vomit sick."

I nodded. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's normal-"

He shook his head. "No. I uh- I have emetophobia, so don't try. This is really hard for me and I-" his voice was trembling.

I sat down across from him and grabbed his two hands in my own.

"I'm here for you, okay? We'll get through this together."

Steve's bottom lip trembled and he nodded slightly. His face suddenly turned pale and he twisted his body, so he was facing the toilet.

I held his hair out of his face as he vomited, and rubbed tiny circles into his back.

When he was done, he fell back into my arms and I wiped his face with toilet paper.

Steve was full on sobbing, and it broke me to see him like this. So fragile. So scared.

Steve PoV
I woke up and my eyes flew open. I frantically glanced around the room, trying to find my boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen.

My stomach was churning and I tried to take a deep breath to stop it, but it didn't work.

I threw back the covers and ran to the toilet, slamming the door behind me. I sat next to the toilet, preparing myself for what was to come.

I don't just hate spewing, I despise it. I hate it with every inch of my being, and I'm terrified of it. Robin thinks it's a control issue, she's not far off.

When i spew, I lose control of my body and I hate to let some stomach bug take control of me. There's not usually anything I can do about it either, I just fight the urge with every cell in my body.

I heard someone ascending the stairs and glanced up quickly, instantly regretting it as it sent a wave of nusea through me.

Eddie opened the door softly and saw me sitting on the floor. His face softened as he walked over and crouched infront of me.

"Stevie? What's wrong baby?"

I took a deep breath. "I feel sick.. Like vomit sick."

His face relaxed and he nodded. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's normal-"

I shook my head firmly. "No. I uh- I have emetophobia, so don't try. This is really hard for me and I-"

I could hear the tremble in my voice, and I hate myself for that. I really am weak, I'm letting a bit of sickness scare the shit out of me.

Eddie sat down and softly grabbed my hands in his. The warmth of his hands was very comforting.

"I'm here for you, okay? We'll get through this together."

I nodded gently. I've never been more grateful to have this wonderful man, be my boyfriend. He's so kind, brave, and funny.

I felt another wave of nusea wash through me and I let go of his hands, twisting my body so my face was closer to the bowl of the toilet.

Eddie held my hair out of the way, and rubbed slow circles on my back comfortingly.

When I was finally finished I fell backwards onto Eddie, and he carefully wiped my face.  I was still in denial until the smell hit me like a ton of bricks.

I realised what had just happened and started crying and hyperventilating. I couldn't think straight and my stomach ached.

Eddie gently stroked my face and spoke to me soothingly.

"Just copy my breathing, breath in when I do and breath out when I do, okay?"

I nodded frantically and Eddie grabbed my hand, holding it softly over his chest. As his chest rose, I fought for a breath of air, and when it fell, I let it out. We sat on the floor for a bit, just breathing.

When I was feeling better, Eddie made me go for a shower. When I got out, he had laid out some comfy Pj's on my bed. I slipped them on and made my way downstairs carefully. Eddie looked up at me.

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

I shook my head and crossed over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest.

"I love you babe, but you're going back to sleep. I'll be up in a sec, okay?" He said, kissing my nose.

I went back upstairs and climbed under the sheets. Shortly after, Eddie wondered in, holding a glass of water and some Panadol. He slide it over to me then jumped into bed too. I took the pill and snuggled into Eddie.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"What for?"

"For.. you know"

He shook his head slightly. "No, don't apologise. I love you."

I fought down my smile. "I love you too."

A/n

I feel like the ending was a bit rushed but yeah. This was based on my own personal experience because I have emetophobia and like projecting onto my characters.

Happy Wednesday!