one shots ❯ joshler

sick.

boy oh boy i am alive.

just kidding i'm sick and can't breathe and can't sing because if i try then i can impair my vocal chords so basically i'm practically dying someone take care of me

i got a new phone yesterday, never thought i'd own an iphone 7 plus because of how little my hands are but oh well

i bought tickets to see catfish and the bottlemen in may in the middle of my english class even tho we were supposed to be writing an essay ha

in this one shot, joshua takes care of a sickly ty and tries to cook even though he's absolute shit at it.

unedited as per usual.

enjoy

♡

The sound of wind and rain battering against their bedroom window greeted Tyler as he cracked still sleepy eyes open. He yawned wearily before he turned over in bed, wincing at the light that filtered in through a slight crack in the curtains. His eyes, still sensitive from the flu, found even such dim light painful.

Tyler shivered, more from his sickness than through finding it cold in the room. Each shiver seemed to shudder through his body down to the bone. His nose still felt blocked, whilst a heavy weight lay against his chest from his illness. He settled deeper beneath the bedcovers, checked to see whether he still had a filled box of tissues nearby and sighed croakily in relief when he found that he had. It was as though the mere sight of the tissues prompted a sneeze, for he did so, explosively, barely lifting a newly snatched tissue from the box to his nose in time.

That one sneeze erupted into barking coughs, ones that did little to soothe his already achingly dry throat. He waited until the coughing fit had passed before he settled back against his pillow again. Despite the shivers that racked his body, his face and skin felt hot and drenched with sweat.

He shivered again and cracked his eyes open a little more when he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening softly. He craned his neck, and tried to see who it was. Hearing the soft shuffle of socked feet coming nearer, before the concerned face of Joshua leant into view.

Joshua's hand was blessedly cool against his forehead; Tyler sighed, and relaxed beneath the pressure of it.

"Your temperature's still high," Joshua said, as he, too, checked that Tyler had enough tissues. "Your nose is red raw, you know."

"Not surprised," Tyler replied, and attempted a smile when his voice came out raw and hoarse. "Still don't feel well."

"So I can see," Joshua said, before he settled upon the edge of the bed, mattress dipping beneath his added weight.

Tyler rolled a little against him and smiled when he felt the trapping weight of Joshua's hand against his chest. Joshua still looked concerned, eyes dark with his worry. Tyler hadn't expected the other man to have made such a fuss over him, yet despite his continuing surprise, he felt grateful that Joshua was even prepared to do so.

"Don't have to stay with me, Joshua," Tyler said, bravely. "Might get sick too."

"Who cares?" Joshua snorted, with a dismissive shrug. "It'll give me the excuse to stay in bed with you."