Forewarning for vomiting (for those with emetophobia)
This isn't super long, but I wanted to write Olix because I love them <3
For context, Pix is autistic in this oneshot
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Oli blinked his eyes open and yawned, sitting upright. He looked over at the clock which read 10A.M. and nearly panicked. He and Pix were going to be late for their couple's therapy appointment. They didn't have any issues, but Pix had been paranoid at the beginning of their relationship that something would happen between them, so Oli signed them up for therapy to work everything out before something did.
The blonde turned to shake Pix awake and kiss him good morning, but his boyfriend wasn't there. In his place was a large, damp spot of sweat. Oli furrowed his brows in confusion, then heard Pix throwing up nearby.
Oli sighed and got out of bed, walking over to the bathroom where Pix was knelt over the toilet. He knelt next to his lover and pulled his hair out of his face, then kissed his temple.
Pix looked over at Oli and sobbed dryly before he was pulled into a hug. "Throwing up sucks," the brunette murmured into the blonde's shoulder.
"I know," Oli said softly with a chuckle. "Come lay down, okay? I'll grab you a bucket and some crackers to munch on."
Pix nodded and let the taller man lead him to their bed, lying down whilst Oli fetched a bucket and crackers. His stomach definitely felt better than it did before he threw up, but some of that nauseousness lingered. And he hated it. Not to mention how stuffy and achy his head was, or how his mouth tasted, or the awful smells that came from the bathroom now. And he was hot and cold, at the same time.
When Oli finally came back, Pix was curled up in a ball and sobbing.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Oli asked after setting down the stuff he brought. "Baby?"
"'Don't f-feel good," Pix stuttered before wailing again. He was clutching his stomach, and Oli worried he might cry until he vomited again, but he knew how Pix was when he was sick.
Pix was very prone to meltdowns and tantrums because of his sensory issues and his preciseness. If his food was too hot or too cold, he wouldn't eat it. He refused to wash his sweaters and jumpers more than once a month because he hated the way the texture changed when they went through the wash. If he had a headache, he would cry for hours, even after it went away. Being sick was the worst for him. He was utterly miserable every second of it.
Fortunately for Oli, however, he found ways to work around these meltdowns in a healthy way. He usually gave Pix some allergy pills and painkillers for his head, and a couple of his anxiety meds to sort of sedate him so he could rest easier and so the other medication had a chance to work its magic so when Pix would wake up, he would already start to feel better.
"Pixie," Oli cooed, rubbing his husband's arm. "I have-" Pix twitched, so Oli moved his hand away. "I have medicine and water."
Pix sniffled and looked up, Oli's heart breaking at the despondent look in his eyes.
"Wanna sit up so you can take these and go to sleep?" At the brunette's nod, Oli grabbed the pills and water, waiting to hand them over until Pix was sitting upright. "There you go."
Pix took them, practically chugging the water.
"Do you want to watch something while we wait for the meds to kick in?" Oli asked, shuffling back under the covers and giving Pix the bucket and package of saltines. Pix settled against Oli's side, resting his head on his chest, mumbling something that Oli couldn't hear. "Hm?"
