Heartstopper sick/hurt fics

Sick- Nick

I toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position to fall back to sleep in. I pout, annoyed that I'm awake earlier than I need to be.

I reach for my phone on my bedside table, closing one eye to check the time. 4:18am. I'm never up this early unless I have to be for a family holiday or a rugby match in a different city. My stomach churns as I turn over in bed, making me wince as the feeling of nausea rushes over me.

I really hope I'm not sick, I can't be when I have to study for exams today. I notice my shirt sticking to my chest with sweat and slowly tug it over my head, letting it slip to the floor next to the bed. I didn't realise how clammy and hot I was until now. I take a deep breath as my stomach turns again, trying not to move too suddenly incase I'm sick.

I decide to drop Charlie a text in my state of exhaustion 'I don't feel good :(' I type, sending the message before placing my phone back down on the side. I take a few more deep breaths, clutching my stomach as I let exhaustion take over again, drifting off to sleep.

The next morning

I woke up again, feeling a lot worse than before. I check the time again and it's 8:25am; at least I got some sleep, although it didn't do much good. Everything aches, I don't know how I'll make it through a day of maths revision, although at least Charlie will be here to cheer me up.

I sit up slowly, taking deep breaths hoping to ease the nausea and slide my legs onto the floor to stand. I feel awful. All I want is to see Charlie and to lay in bed with him all day. I risk standing, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my stomach lurches, causing me to run to the bathroom.

I kneel in front of the toilet, tears streaming down my cheeks as the contents of last nights dinner leave my stomach. I hate being sick more than anything. I taste a deep shuddering breath, taking some toilet roll to wipe my face. The nauseous feeling passes slightly, but my limbs feel weak.

I stand up, shakily placing my hands on the sink and looking at my reflection. I comb my hand through my sweaty hair, staring at my pale face and the deep bags under my eyes. I fill a glass with water, taking some and swirling it round my mouth before spitting it out. My stomach continues to cramp as I make my way back to my room to slip on the shirt I'd thrown off a few hours ago.

I head downstairs for breakfast, thinking some food might settle my stomach. Walking into the kitchen I can smell bacon and eggs cooking on the hob. "Nicky you're up" Mum smiles, placing a plate of breakfast in front of me. I take another shuddering breath, as I'm hit with another wave of nausea. "You okay?" Mum says, noticing that I don't seem quite myself this morning. I give her a slight smile, shrugging "mhmm, I just feel a little sick' I tell her. "Oh Nicky, you should go back to bed" Mum says sympathetically, rubbing my shoulder.

I nod, slowly standing up, swaying on my unsteady feet. "I'll bring your food up, you can't go without eating when you don't feel good" Mum adds, picking up my plate and following me upstairs.

I climb back into bed, pulling the covers over me as Mum places my food next to me on the bedside table. I pick at the food, shovelling some scrambled egg into my mouth as Mum brings me some paracetamol to take.

As I'm getting comfortable, my bedroom door creaks open again and a mop of dark curls appears around the door. Charlie's finally here, and all I need right now is him. "Nick, are you okay?" He asks worriedly, slowly walking towards me. I reach my hand out to him, wanting him to come lay with me.

We cuddle for a little while, Charlie stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head, letting me just breathe the nausea away. But just as I'm feeling better, my stomach turns again and I groan, snuggling further into Charlie's chest. "You okay?" He asks me, leaning over to get a good look at my face. I look up at him with tired eyes, giving him a sad smile "mmm I don't know" I mumble weakly.

He places a hand on my forehead, noticing the heat that's been radiating from my body since I woke up. "Nick, I don't think you're very well" he tells me softly, stroking my hair away from my forehead. I close my eyes, not responding, but snuggling closer once again.

We lay like that for a few minutes, taking in the silence and each others presence before a surge of sudden nausea floods over me. My breathing quickens and I rush to untangle myself from Charlie's arms, placing a hand over my mouth.

"Nick?" Charlie says panicking and following me up as I run to the bathroom. My hand clutches my stomach and I collapse heavily to the floor in front of the toilet, barely having the strength to hold myself up. Charlie is beside me instantly, placing a hand on my back as I begin throwing up my breakfast. In between bouts of sickness I glance up at Charlie, tears in my eyes. I feel bad that he's seeing me like this, but I'm glad he's here and I know he would want to look after me.

"I'm sorry" I mumble, once I feel like I'm finished. Charlie gives me the most worried look, wrapping his arms around me from the back "you have nothing to be sorry about, I just want you to feel better" he tells me. Mum appears with a glass of water for me and I sip it gratefully, trying not to make myself sick again.

After a moment I attempt to stand and stagger forwards, thankful when Charlie catches me. "Hey, take it easy I've got you. Let's go back to bed" he says, wiping my face with a tissue before supporting me to walk back to my room. As I slump down on the bed, every ounce of energy leaves my body and all I want is to curl up and sleep for the rest of the day.

I glance around the room realising I'm alone and Charlie isn't here anymore. "Charlie?" I weakly call out. The door reopens and he's there, holding a bowl and a box of tissues. "Hey, you're okay, I'm here, just get some rest" he tells me, giving me the sweetest smile that I can't help but smile weakly at.

For the rest of the day, I'm sick a few more times but Charlie makes sure I'm comfortable and stays with me the whole time.