🍓Skephalo oneshots🫐

☆ Sick

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[3rd person pov]

Bad woke up to the sound of wretching and coughing. Concerned, he quickly grabbed his glasses off the nightstand and scrambled to his feet, walking towards the sound.

He eventually found himself arriving at the hall bathroom, and he could see light peeking from the crack under the closed door.

His concern only grew as he heard soft crying mixed in with the other sounds.

Bad gripped the doorknob and slowly pushed the heave wooden door open, making it creak. Inside the bathroom, he saw his roommate hunched over the toilet, shaking.

"Skeppy..?" He whispered, causing skeppy to push himself up slightly and turn towards the older man.

Skeppy said nothing. He knew if he tried, it'd make his throat burn and scorch like fire. Instead, he just looked at bad with a weary, pained expression.

Bad understood immediately. He opened the door all the way and crouched next to his nauseous friend, lightly placing the back of his hand against the other's forehead.

It was warm. Not enough to need a hospital trip, but definitely enough that it was noticeable. On top of that, skeppy's cheeks were remarkably red.

Partially because of the illness, but also because bad was so close. Not like Skeppy would ever admit that, though.

"I can't imagine staying in here is comfortable. Come with me, I'll get you taken care of." Bad smiled, wanting to take care of his friend.

Skeppy felt his stomach churn thanks to Bad's kindness and sunshine filled smile.

He tried getting up, crumbling to the ground halfway.

"Oh my goodness! Can you not walk? Do you need me to carry you?!" Bad shouted, startled by his friends fall.

Now, skeppy could walk. And he knew that. He just tripped over his own pant leg thanks to the fact he was more concentrated on his crush than his footing.

But the idea of being carried by bad... Skeppy couldn't help but take advantage of the opportunity.

Skeppy just groaned and nodded.

"Alright. Turn yourself to sit on your butt if you can." Bad instructed, squatting back down. Skeppy did as told, and turned himself into a sitting position.

Bad placed one hand on skeppy's back, and slid the other under his knees. He clutched the sick man in his arms and mentally prepared himself, before rising back up to his feet, with a bit of struggle.

Skeppy could feel his heart skip a beat as bad carefully walked into the living room, carrying him bridal style.

Bad gently placed his friend on the couch, and skeppy found himself missing bad's touch.

"Stay here skeppy. I'll grab you a few things and be right back." Bad requested, grabbing the tv remote off of the coffee table and handing it to skeppy.

He quickly ran off somewhere, and skeppy, having nothing else to do, turned on the tv and entered YouTube, putting on Jimmyhere's ylyl playlist.

About a minute later, bad came back with a pillow, blanket, stuffie, and a trash can.

He set the can on the floor in front of skeppy, presumably for skeppy to puke in if need be. Then he threw the blanket over his roommate, placed the pillow under his head, and handed skeppy the plush bear.