Sanders Sides' Scenarios

You Get Sick

A/N Sorry for the tiny update. I try to make them long, but I fizzle out at the end. I'll try harder next time though!

Patton:

"Gee you look awful." Patton commented as he opened another box of tissues.

I shot him a glare before sneezing again. "Not my fault. This season hates my guts."

He nodded. "I didn't know allergies could be this bad."

I shrugged. "A lot of people don't. They just think you're sick, but you're not. You have to have allergies to understand the pain I'm in." I stuck my fingers in my ears, trying to take care of the itchiness.

He gave me a weird look, but didn't question it. "Anything else I can do to help?"

"Yeah, when is this allergy tablet going to kick in?" I growled.

He glanced at his watch. "You still got five more minutes."

I groaned. "Ok."

"You should get some rest baby." He kissed my forehead softly.

I sighed. "I should, but I don't want to. I want to stay up and draw or watch anime with you. Can I do that instead?" I looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

He smiled. "I guess we could watch a full anime together."

I squealed in delight as he sat next to me. "Which one?"

I yawned. "That one." I pointed to my favorite anime.

"Alright, awesome." He started it and I could feel my eyelids get heavy. Might as well take a quick catnap; I won't miss too much.

Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

Logan:

I pushed Logan over with so much force that I sent him sprawling to the floor. I ran and dodged obstacles to reach the bathroom in time to lose all the contents in my stomach. I felt awful for pushing Logan over, but I was violently vomiting like there was no tomorrow.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Logan knocked on the door softly.

I would've answered but I was couldn't stop. What happened? What did I do that would get me this sick? Oh God, make it end!

I felt a soft hand on my back. I glanced up before continuing my gross convulsions to see Logan looking at me in a way I've never seen before. He looked so concerned, so nervous as to why I was sick. He must really love me.

When I lost everything that was in my stomach, I sat back and tried to ignore the pounding in my head. Something was placed in my hand and I opened my eyes to see a bottle of mouthwash. Logan gave me an expecting look and I groaned as I stood up.

After spitting out the minty liquid, Logan lead me to my room. After making sure I was comfortable, he left and came back with a thermometer. He slid it into my mouth and waited for it to beep. He watched me carefully and I could see the worry in his eyes. I have to admit, my heart melted a little.

102; 102 degrees Fahrenheit. I groaned again and closed my eyes. I needed sleep and maybe binge watch Netflix for a few days. As I was starting to drift into a feverish sleep, I could hear Logan whisper, "Get well soon, my significant other."

God, I love him.

Thomas:

I knew I was in for it when I started coughing. I checked my temp and it was official: I was sick. Not how I wanted to spend my last few days with Thomas. You see, I was leaving to go see family in Europe and I was going to be gone for a week at least. I wanted to make sure I spent as much time with Thomas as possible before I left.

When he knocked on my door, I knew I was done for. He came in and instantly started fussing over me, making sure I was comfortable and well-medicated.

"Thomas, you don't need to worry about me so much. I'll be fine." I choked out. My voice was practically gone, but I could still whisper.

"No way. I gotta make sure my love is better by the time you leave for Europe." He countered and I had to admit, he had a point. I sighed and let him continue.

I will never let him know how much I enjoyed it though.

Roman:

"Well, you've looked better Angel." Roman tried to sound helpful.

I gave a weak smile. "I know."

"Here I will make you some soup before I go." He volunteered and I gave him a weird look.

"Go? Where are you going? You just got here?" I inquired.

"I'm going to go destroy the thing that cursed you with these infernal red spots." He explained and I looked at him like he was crazy, because he was.

"Rome, it's just a virus that will go away in a few days. You don't need to go kill some dragon-witch or reverse some curse. I'll be fine." I tried to reason with him.

"Still, I'd feel much better if I vanquished the evil that is plaguing you." He whined and I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. If that's what you want, go right ahead. I won't stop you." I sighed and laid back on my bed.

He kissed my nose before whispering, "I love you my dearheart."

"Love you too Charming." I smiled.

Virgil:

He glared at me and I sneered in response. "Stop." He hissed.

"No." I spat.

"It'll never get better if you don't stop." He exclaimed.

I shook my head and turned away from him with my nose in the air. "You'll never make me."

"Oh yeah?" He threatened.

I shrunk a little. "But I'd like to see you try." i replied meekly.

And with that, he ripped my hand away from my burning eye and kissed me on the lips, hard. I gasped, but he didn't stop. I started kissing back when he pulled away. I pouted and he gave an uncharacteristic smirk.

"Not fair." I grumbled.

"Oh please. You know just as well as anyone that life isn't fair." With my wrist still in his grasp, he lead me into the kitchen and pushed my shoulder gently so I was laying on the table. "Now, it's time to give you your eye drops."

I squeezed my eyes tight and yelled, "NO!"

He sighed. "You're impossible."

"But you love me." I teased, poking his stomach.

He gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah, I do."