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☆Johnnie's Sick☆

cw: vomiting, yk sick behavior

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Johnnie woke up one night to a fever. He groans softly as be sits up in his bed. Drenched in sweat. He felt nauseated, and his throat felt super sore.

Carrington groans softly, rolling over in his bed to face Johnnie. "Are you alright?" He mumbled, his eyes still half closed.

"Yeah, babe..." Johnnie weakly replied. Before he dry heaved and grabbed the nearby trash bin beside his bed, puking in it.

Carrington immediately sits up in his bed, rubbing Johnnie's back. "Oh, no..." He muttered, a concerned look on his face. "You're sick..."

"No, I'm not." Johnnie pukes more into the bin, shakily exhaling.

Carrington rolls his eyes, gently rubbing his back. "Don't be stupid, you are. You're puking your guts out." He said, sounding a little annoyed.

Johnnie lifts his head, groaning. His blue eyes look at his boyfriend, nauseated.

Carrington's expression softens as he looks at Johnnie. He reaches out to feel his forehead, his hand gently brushing against his skin. "You're burning up..." He mutters.

"No, I'm cold." Johnnie replied, a bit whiny as he grabs the black themed comforter.

Carrington rolls his eyes again, a small smirk on his face. "No, you're not cold. You have a fever. I can tell by your body temperature." He said, his tone a bit sarcastic.

Johnnie huffed, "Stop." He rolls his eyes, "I probably got something from the cruise."

Johnnie coughs and shivers. "It's so fuckin' cold.." He looks up at his boyfriend.

Carrington's expression softens again as he looks at Johnnie, who was clearly miserable.

He gets up and walks over to the closet, grabbing a blanket and draping it over his boyfriend's shoulders. "I told you, you're not cold. You're just feverish." He said gently, rubbing his back again.

Now with two blankets, Johnnie wasn't shivering as much. He lays back down. Coughing again. "Great."

Carrington sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand still rubbing Johnnie's back. "Are you feeling nauseous?" He asks, his voice filled with concern.

Johnnie nods. His cheeks are rosy from the fever. His emo bangs sticking to his head.

Carrington gently pushes the bangs out of Johnnie's face, his touch soft and gentle. "I'll go get you some medicine, okay?" He says, getting up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

"Babyyyyy." Johnnie whined again, "Come back." He watches his boyfriend go to the bathroom.

Carrington chuckles as he hears Johnnie's whining. He grabs the medicine from the cabinet and returns to the bedroom. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He said, sitting back down on the bed. He uncaps the medicine bottle and pours out a dose. "Here, take this."

"We don't have pills?" Johnnie asks as he sits up. Grabbing the small dose cap.

Carrington shakes his head. "No, we don't. I thought we did, but apparently not." He said, watching as Johnnie takes the dose. "But it's fine, this is a liquid medicine. It'll work just as well."

Johnnie scrunched up his face. "Blegh! Gross!" As he finished drinking it down.

Carrington chuckled again at Johnnie's reaction. "I know it's gross, but it'll help you feel better. You'll thank me later." He said, taking the cap back, sealing it on the bottle from Johnnie and setting it on the nightstand.