Vampire Diaries Sickfics

Food Poisoning... Damon?

Set around Season 2, but no spoilers if you have watched that far. 

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Stefan, Elena, and Jeremy walked into the Salvatore boarding house.

"Remind me again, why are we here?" Jeremy asked in boredom. He had never been a huge fan of Stefan and Damon, really any vampires besides Anna. 

Stefan sighed softly, reminding himself to have more patience. 

"You're both here to clean up Damon's latest escapade, before someone finds it. Or wanders into the house, which has happened, much to our annoyance." Stefan explained, gesturing to the broken/ overturned furniture and broken glass. 

"Really?! I didn't sign up to be on your brother's clean up duty." Jeremy snapped in agitation, not wanting to be here at all. 

Stefan sighed again. "Jeremy, please help me and Elena out." he asked calmly, not one to beg.

"Jer, please?" Elena pleaded, not wanting to clean up everything with just Stefan. If Jeremy stuck around, it would help keep them focused on the task at hand, instead of each other. 

"Fine, but you owe me!" Jer grouched, before disappearing in search of a broom. 

"Kitchen pantry," Stefan called after Jeremy, knowing what he was looking for on instinct. 

"Thanks." Jer grumbled, before mumbling under his breath. "Stupid vampires and their super hearing." 

Stefan chuckled softly, grabbing an overturned chair and setting it upright. 

"Where's Damon? Shouldn't he be the one cleaning up HIS mess?" Elena demanded, not at all thrilled, to be helping Damon with anything. 

"I believe he is upstairs, nursing a headache or something." Stefan said, with a shrug. He continued cleaning up the overturned furniture, while Elena and Jeremy worked on the glass. 

"Damon, get your butt down here, and clean up your own mess!" Elena yelled at the top of her lungs. 

"You don't have to yell." Damon whined, walking slowly down the stairs.

He was pale, even for a vampire. It was clear to all three, that there was something off about the 170 (ish) year old vampire. 

Elena looked up angrily, freezing when she saw his face. All her anger vanished, as she looked from Stefan to Damon and back. 

"Brother, are you alright?" Stefan asked, upon seeing Elena's worried face. 

"I'm fine, brother." Damon said, rolling his eyes, looking away quickly as he paled further. 

"Then you can help us clean." Elena said firmly, putting her hands on her hips haughtily. 

Stefan watched Damon closely, as the older brother bent down to pick up a broken cup, stopping to put a hand to his stomach.

Damon ran upstairs, at lightening speed, as he felt his stomach churn. He wasn't used to illness, since vampires don't get sick on a regular basis. In fact, unless a witch cursed them, vampires didn't get sick at all. 

"Where did he go now?" Elena griped in frustration. 

Stefan listened silently, frowning in concern as he heard Damon's stomach churning. 

"I think Damon might be sick." Stefan  said, concern evident in his eyes. 

"Wait, what?! I thought vampires don't get sick like conventional people." Jeremy said, in confusion, as he stopped sweeping up glass.