Wilmon one-shotsss

Sick

Emetophobia warning :/

Wilhelm's pov:

When I woke up my head hurt as hell. My stomach felt like had been punched a thousand times. But the worst was the feeling of trowing up. I hated trowing up. The smell and taste of vomit was unbearable. And the sound when your puking. Fuck, I really hated being sick. School started in about 2 hours or less. Then it hit me, Simon was going to come over any minute since that was what he usually did. He would come over before school started and cuddle with me. I had to text him. Tell him not to come today. Nobody likes hanging out with someone who is sick. When I reached over for my phone on my bedside table I felt the saliva building up in my mouth. I knew what was happening. Fast I rushed to my bathroom and sat down infront of the toilet. As soon as I bent over the toilet seat the vomit made it's way up my throat. Glad I made it in time. I wouldn't have the energy to clean my sheets. I spat out the disgusting saliva in my mouth. Flushed the toilet and went to grab a bucket. Then I laid back in bed with the bucket next to my bed. I didn't bother brushing my teeth. First of all I didn't bear it, second I felt like I was going to throw up again. Several times. So then it would be a waste of time. I grabbed my phone and texted Simon.

Me
Hi, I'm sick so don't come over today. I don't want you to get sick too 🫶 sorry

Simme ❤️
I'm already on my way to come and take care of you!

I don't care about getting sick. We can be sick together!! <333

Will be there in 5

Simon really was a gift from heaven. He was always so kind and comforting. Whatever happened I knew I could trust him. I smiled at his texts (since he wrote three instead of one) while I put my phone away. My head still pounded. Everything in my body felt weird. Like I was sore or something. I got in a more comfortable position under my covers. I was laying on my side with my back pointing to the wall. The thought of Simon made me feel a little little better. My eyes shut close as I relaxed. Or at least tried to. The urge to throw up again got worse by every minute. Gosh, this was hell.

Soon enough I heard someone knocking on the door. I recognized that knocking. It was Simons! He knocked in a special way kind of.

"Come in. It's open" I half shouted taking away some of my energy. Which in a way made me think I was going to puke. The door handle turned around and Simons stepped in. He was very very pretty. Absolutely gorgeous. Red blushed cheeks as it was cold outside. I smiled at him. He smiled back. His smile light up the whole world. Oh god I loved his smile. Then he made his way over to my bed and kneeled down next to me.

"How are you feeling love?" Simon asked with concern.

"Better now that your here. But to be honest pretty shitty. My head hurts, my body feels odd and I have puked once but it feels like I need to throw up again."

"Have you taken any ibuprofen yet?"

I shook my head no.
He put his hand on my cheek and caressed it.

"Okay, I will go grab some water and an ibuprofen." He gave me a small smile and got up.
I heard how he filled a glass of water in the bathroom. The nausea got worse. It was coming up my throat any second. I hovered over the edge of my bed. Leaned my head down towards the bucket as vomit flushed out of me. It wouldn't stop. Simon rushed back in. Putting a hand on my back. Rubbing it carefully. When I finally stopped puking I was shaking. And I was in the same position. Slowly I laid back down. Simon whispers things as "it's okay" "you will be fine" "I'm here with you" "I'm gonna take care of you" which made me feel warm inside.

"Lay still and I will get the ibuprofen"

He handed me a big glass of cold water and a ibuprofen.

"Can you please swallow this for me?" Simon said with a low, kind voice.
I didn't want to. It felt like it would just come back up again. But for Simon I would do anything. I nodded and swallowed the pill with the water. Not the whole glass. It was too much. Simon smiled at me and crawled in the bed with me. I was laying closest to the edge so I could use the bucket if I needed to. He started to spoon me. Usually I was the big spoon but when I needed comfort it was Simon. His arms were protectively wrapped around my body.

"You're doing so good for me. You will be back on your feet soon enough." He whispered.
He's so cute. I didn't deserve him. Not everyone would cuddle their sick partner. I couldn't wish for better.

"Thank you Simon. I'm sorry, I know it's super gross and I'm so sorry if I give you the same sickness."

"Wille I don't care. You would do the same for me." He kissed my temple. His hand intertwined with mine. He rubbed circles on the back of my hand with is thumb. I listened to his breathing. It was calming.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Simon asked me.

"No I'm not hungry."

"I will go get you some food later because you need to eat something sweetheart. But later okay?"

"Okay."

"By the way I told Malin you were sick and that your staying in today."

"Thanks, are you going soon then? To the classes?" I had completely forgotten that we were supposed to have school.

"No I'm staying in too. I don't want to leave you like this."

An angel. That was what he were.

"I love you Simme"

"I love you too"

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A/N:
I'm sorry if it is any grammatical mistakes. Hope you enjoyed it!