SDMN/Pack One-shots

Illness › Minizerk

Josh sighed. What was worse than being ill? Being dead, probably. But he didn't really want to think about that.

He had finally returned to England after the Sidemen's trip to Vegas, and it seemed that he was coming down with something.

Josh truly hated being ill. He couldn't record videos, or do anything, really. All he could do was lay around and be unproductive, which was something that he didn't like. But what did it matter?

Just as he was returning his attention to the display on his television, something interrupted him, breaking his attention span.

"Delivery!" A voice called as a hand rapped on the closed door to his bedroom.

"Come in," Josh called faintly, pressing the pause button on his television remote.

The door slowly opened, and a disheveled-looking Simon stepped through the entrance, carrying what looked to be food of some sort. "I brought your dinner."

"Thanks, mate," Josh smiled. "Y'know, you don't have to knock if you know I'm not busy, which I'm obviously not right now. You can come in anytime," he finished as Simon gingerly sat on the edge of the bed.

Simon shrugged as he set the tray of food next to Josh. "Yeah, but I wanted to make sure you weren't, like... touching yourself or something."

"I still could be. You can't see under the covers," Josh said. Simon immediately sprang up and cried in mock disgust, which earned a small laugh from Josh, before saying, "No! I was jokin', look - my hands are right here." He held up his hands as if to prove it.

Simon nodded and sat back down, albeit a bit warily.

Josh frowned. "If you had knocked and I actually was having a wank or some shit like that, what would you have done?"

"I dunno," he pondered. "Probably just wait?"

"Outside the door?" Josh asked incredulously. This earned a groan from Simon. "What else could I do? I was holding your food, Josh. Do you want it to go cold?"

Josh grinned. "Fair enough."

After a few seconds, when they had both settled down, Simon broke the silence. "It really sucks that you're ill, man," he lamented. "We can't even, like, record anything."

"Yeah," Josh agreed, but opted not to say more.

The two lapsed into comfortable silence.

"Well, I guess I gotta go now. Tobi asked me to record some random games with him since you're not available," Simon said. "And you better drink that soup. I spent fucking ages on that, and I don't want that time to go to waste, okay?"

Josh rolled his eyes. He didn't enjoy being belittled, and by Simon, nonetheless. But he responded with an "okay" anyway.

"'Kay. You can go back to watching your hentai now." Simon got up and made to the door.

"W-What the fuck?" Josh sputtered. "How is this hentai? It's not even animated!" But Simon ignored him, calling out a "whatever" as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Simon! Come back!" But he was already gone.

Josh sighed. He fumbled around for his television remote and managed to press play to resume Netflix. As he sipped his soup, which was slowly beginning to cool, it occurred to him how lucky he was to be able to have a friend like Simon.

josh's illness = excuse for me to write minizerk fluff oops. but in all seriousness i really do hope he gets better :(