just a simple series of sickfics

stomachache

Monday.
Connor hated Mondays.
The first day of the week.
The first day back to school.
The day his girlfriend had to go home and could no longer sleep over until the next weekend came.
But he especially hated this Monday.

Connors alarm went off, signaling that it was time for him to wake up for school.
He sighed as he sat up, quickly looking at his sleeping girlfriend before waking her.
He could already tell it wasn't going to be a good day because he seemed to have the worst headache.

"Miley, baby, wake up"
Miley slowly opened her eyes.
"Goodmorning my lo- are you okay?"
Connor was taken aback by her sudden change of tone.
"Yes baby why wouldn't I be?" He asked, visibly confused.
Miley just shrugged and rolled out of bed, excitedly skipping out of the bedroom and running downstairs.

"mmm pancakes, Thank you momma Lynn" she smiled as a plate of pancakes was sat in front of her.

Moments later, a still sleepy Connor was now sitting at the table, also having a plate of pancakes sat in front of him.
He stomach churned at the smell and he pushed them away.
"no thanks momma, i'm not hungry"
His mother looked playfully offended.
"well you better be because i've spent all morning over the hot stove making these for you two" she winked in Miley's direction.
Connor reluctantly took a bite, and immediately his stomach growled, but not because he was hungry.
Still, he managed to choke down half the plate before his mother left for work.

Now it was just him and Miley. His stomach was churning and cramping with every breath he took, but they had to leave for school soon or they'd be late.

"you need to go grab your backpack my love" Miley turned to him and he nodded, attempting to stand up.
His stomach swished as he stood up. He squinted his eyes and grabbed his swirling tummy.
"ughhhh" an accidental groan escaped lips, which caused Miley to turn her attention in his direction.
"babe what's wrong" she replied concerningly.
Connor shook his head and regained his posture, only to be shot back down again by another raging swirl that racked his body.
He doubled over once again, this time a wet burp slipping out.
Miley jumped up and ran into the kitchen, grabbing the trash bin and placing it in front of him.
He burped again, his stomach churning beneath his sweaty hand.
A harsh gag took him by surprise seconds later, sadly only bringing up some drool and water.
Miley placed a hand on her unwell boyfriends back and began to rub in circles. One hand ventured towards his achy tummy, carefully and gently rubbing.
She pressed firmly against his upper belly, causing a sickly burp to escape his lips. He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to choke back the food he just ate. Tears formed in his eyes as his stomach sloshed around angrily.
Miley firmly pressed his stomach once more.
Connor hiccuped and burped a few times until a forceful gag left a stream of half digested pancakes spewing out of his mouth.
His stomach gurgled and groaned, twisting dangerously beneath her hand.
The smell caused another sickly burp, bringing up more of the food.
He felt weak and lightheaded. He was sweaty and shaky, but vomit continued to pour aggressively out of his nose and mouth.
He swayed, causing vomit to leak over the edge of the trash bin and into the floor around it.
He managed to pause and catch his breathe for a moment as a weak mutter spilled from his lips.
"bathroom"
His stomach cramped and bubbled, he feared what was coming next.
He dropped the bin and carefully pulled away from her grasp, quickly making a beeline for the toilet.
His lower belly gurgled angrily and nausea started to settle in once again.
He desperately climbed the stairs, Miley following closely behind him.
A wet burp escaped his lips and he shot a hand over his mouth.
He was halfway down the hall when a choked back gag racked his entire body which shot him to the floor. His belly cramping with full force and no mercy.
"noo" a panicked whimper unintentionally escaping his mouth as a sickly burp brought up more food, all over himself.
His stomach cramped and twisted desperately.
"Miley my stomach, i need the bathroom" he managed to quickly form into words, but it was too late.
Tears formed as he looked up at her.
His bowels had already began relieving themselves.
Miley ran to grab the bin out of the bathroom as his face paled.
The stench sent his stomach into peril.
He sat on the floor of the hallway, covered in his own bodily fluids, with both ends succumbing to his sudden illness.
He was so embarrassed, yet Miley had already grabbed him a new change of clothes and a towel, and was gently rubbing circles against his back with the palm of her hand.
"It's okay my love, you're okay, just let it out." She whispered, which made his heart flutter.
In his worst of moments, she still looked at him with unconditional love.
"how about we go clean you up and get you feeling better hmm?"