Darkstache one shots

Just focus on my heartbeat.

This one happened not too long after Dark and Wilford began living together and before the other Ipliers also moved in which explains why they aren't mentioned.

Dark laid on the couch wide awake. The moon was still high in the sky and he listened to the silence that filled the house. He wasn't feeling that well at the moment and had his hand on his stomach. Every once in a while he would grip his shirt as a wave of pain and nausea would wash over him causing his entire body to shake and shiver violently.  Every time this would happen his shell would crack and he hated this. Dark didn't dare move from the couch to go to his room as it would hurt even more to move then stay immobile. He closed his eyes to try and get at least a bit of sleep yet his attempt wasn't the most successful.

After what seemed like an eternity he heard someone walk down the stairs and into the living room. His eyes had adjusted to the shadows hours ago recognized this person to de Wilford. The pink ego knelt down in front of Dark after spotting him. "Hey. Are you alright?" Dark shook his head to let Wilford know he wasn't alright before he felt another stabbing pain in his stomach. The news reported noticed that Dark was in pain and placed a hand on the paler man's forehead. "You have a fever." A growl was the only answer Dark gave him as he closed his eyes. "My stomach hurts Will. It makes me want to vomit." Wilford felt his heart pinch as Dark said so. He stood up and went to get a bucket which he placed near Dark who gave him a weak questioning look. "Just in case you do puke."

Wilford remained in the room watching Dark for quite a few hours only leaving his side twice until the sun rose. "Should I take you to the hospital?" Wilford questioned worried. "No. I'll be fine. I probably just caught a stomach flu. I'll live." Dark was still in considerable discomfort as he spoke and weakness was very noticeable as he laid immobile on the couch. After a moment Dark decided to try and sit up which resulted in him vomiting what little content was in his stomach and bile into the bucket. He was shivering violently when Wilford went to sit next to him and pulled him closer. Dark was whining weakly about not feeling good as Wilford slowly passed his fingers through his hair. "You're going to be alright you said if yourself. Just focus on my heartbeat." Dark nodded softly as he did as instructed. After a while Dark fell asleep so Wilford carefully laid him back down on the couch before cleaning the bucket. He let Dark sleep for as long as he needed which ended up being most the day but Wilford didn't bother him.