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Nischa sickfic 💔

Noel woke up to his alarm blaring in his ear, only inches away from his head. He groaned turning the alarm off.

He felt like shit, frankly. There was no other way to put it. He went to bed last night with a sore throat, and woke up miserable. His nose was stuffy, his chest felt tight, his whole body ached, etc etc.

He texted his mom, nothing more than: "sick. no school". To which she replied, telling him not to worry about it, just to rest. Noel smiled at that and turned off his phone, immediately passing back out. He was exhausted.

It wasn't until almost 2 pm that Noel woke up again, this time not to his alarm, but instead the fact that Mischa, his boyfriend, had called him nearly 20 times trying to get him to pick up, texting almost 40.

Noel sighed and sat up, starting to feel lightheaded as he did. He sat there with his eyes closed for a moment before looking at his phone:

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Mxnique♡︎: Hey
Bad.egg: Poet! there you are!
Bad.egg: why are you not at school???
Mxnique♡︎: I'm dying (I'm sick I'm just being overdramatic)
Bad.egg: I am on my way
Mxnique♡︎: what?? no.
Mxnique♡︎: Mischa school isn't even over stop
Mxnique♡︎: Mischa.
*read*
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Of course. Mischa wasn't gonna listen to Noel. He sighed, laying back down and staring at the ceiling. He let himself daydream. If he was going to be miserable may as well make it in a way he finds enjoyable.

He imagines himself as Monique, in an alleyway on a cold, dark night. Sick with Typhoid Fever and slowly losing herself to the sickness. Not caring about the garbage and vomit around her, accepting her fate. Noel was stuck in this fantasy for only about 10 minutes before he was snapped back into reality by a knock on his bedroom door.

right. he had given Mischa a key.

Mischa came to Noel's house a lot. Noel's mom liked him, Mischa felt safe there, and sometimes he needed away from his adopted.. 'parents'.

Noel didn't think they deserved to be called parents. They couldn't even look at him for Christ's sake. More like they let him live there than anything.

oh right. He didn't respond to Mischa yet.

"Come in," it was the first time noel had spoken yet today, his voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat, which sent him into a coughing fit. Mischa walked into the room, frowning when he saw how miserable Noel seemed.

"Hello my poet", Mischa said once Noel's coughing had finally calmed down, Noel smiled weakly. "Hello mon amour.."

"how are you feeling?" Mischa asked, as he sat next to Noel and used his hand to check his temperature. He had a fever. "miserable.." Noel mumbled, leaning into Mischa's hand, he smiled, kissing his forehead. "can I get you anything? Have you eaten?"

Noel groaned, shaking his head "no, not yet.. I messaged you like, immediately after I woke up." Mischa nodded.

"I will make you soup!" he said, standing up with a huge grin. Noel laughed, sitting up. His eyes and nose were red, and his hair was disheveled. Very very different compared to how Noel is most the time, he's usually very put together, freaking out if anyone saw him with even a hair out of place. But around Mischa, he didn't care. not at all.

"alright.. then can we watch something?" Noel smiled and Mischa nodded, "of course, poet." he kissed Noel's head before walking to the kitchen.

Noel sighed contently, he has no clue how he got so lucky with Mischa. He always thought he wanted tragedy, and bad love, but the sweet genuine and gentle love Mischa gave him made him so happy. He felt like he found everything that he had needed in life.

Apparently, noel got lost in his thoughts, because after what felt like 5 seconds, Mischa came back with a bowl of soup and a can of Dr. pepper, Noel's favorite. He smiled "thank you.." he took the soup from Mischa's hand, and started eating it.

Mischa sat next to Noel, putting an arm around him. Noel leaned on Mischa's shoulder, and put on Chicago. It wasn't The Blue Angel, but it was definitely one of Noel's favorite movies.

Noel didn't take long to finish the soup, he set the empty bowl on his nightstand and cuddled closer to Mischa.

"thank you, mon amour.. I love you.."

"I love you too, Gruber."

Noel smiled, kissing Mischa's cheek before he fell back asleep. Mischa laid him down and laid next to him, falling asleep a little bit after him.

Maybe Noel didn't get his "tragic romance" he so desperately wanted, but he had Mischa. and that's all he needed.