Sanders Sides OneShots

Stomach Bug (Moxiety)

SammyGlove

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T.W. Vomiting.

Virgil bolted out of bed, emptying the contents of his stomach, retching over the toilet, until nothing else came up.

This was the third morning in a row, and quite frankly, he was sick of it. (I didn't mean to)

He'd somehow managed to convince the others that he was fine, and none had picked up on his vomiting at 5am.

He brushed his teeth and walked to the kitchen, hoping to find something bland to eat, since he was hungry, and him throwing up didn't really do much.

He swallowed thickly, and made himself some toast.

"Hey Virg!" A voice spoke from behind him, causing him to jump and spin around, fear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" The fatherly trait apologised feeling awful.

"It's okay Pat." He sighed and got the butter as his toast popped.

He slowly ate the toast, hating how it felt going down after the acid from his stomach had scratched at his throat moments prior. He tried to maintain a strait (gay), neutral face, and eat, but once Patton turned around, his face contorted to one of pain.

Once he'd eaten, he excused himself, after obtaining a glass of water, and went to his room, he tried to drink, but it wouldn't go down.

He rushed to the bathroom and gagged over the toilet again, removing his food and any water he had been able to swallow.

He sighed and leaned against his bath, running his hand through his hair that was matted with sweat. He bit his lip and felt more food come up, he leaned over the toilet and threw up.

He flushed the toilet quickly and ran the toothbrush over his teeth and tongue, hoping to remove the scent.

A knock sounded at his bedroom door and he answered.

"What?" He spoke grumpily, noticing the fanciful trait on the other side.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone throwing up?"

"It wasn't me Princey, check the others, if not, you're losing your mind. Oh wait, you already have..." Virgil sighed and closed the door, not up to hearing the response.

He slid to the floor, his head in his hands. He managed to drift off.

He was startled awake by a knock on his door he answered quickly, hoping he didn't have to speak, or rush to the bathroom, but one would, inevitably, lead to the other.

"Virg, are you okay? You've been in here all morning!" Patton asked.

He nodded, but immediately regretted it. The motion caused him to go dizzy, and his stomach clenched, craving the release of anything still in there.

Without thinking, he ran to the bathroom and removed the sensation.

He heaved and his body jerked as he released his food.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and flushed the toilet, removing the evidence, but it was too late, Patton had figured it out.

"Virgil! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, using his full name instead of the nickname.

"I didn't want you to worry." He muttered, feeling the urges to lean over the toilet again.

"I will always worry." Patton spoke.

Virgil itched to lean over the toilet and empty his guts again, but his throat was hurting and he couldn't stand the feeling of the acid rising up again.

"You need to..." Patton started, unable to finish before Virgil was back over the toilet, vomiting.

Once he'd finished. He let Patton lead him to bed, and get him some more water, that luckily went down easier.

He sighed and leaned against his headboard, and Patton pressed a kiss to his head, before going to retrieve some soup and bland food for Virgil to eat. That wouldn't be too heavy on his stomach.

Patton cared for Virgil for a week before the vomiting stopped.

His stomach was still sensitive, and he had to watch what he ate and how much, but he eventually got back to full health.

One evening, not long after his recovery, he turned to Patton, "Thank you." He muttered, and Patton knew it was genuine. "Can I make it up in any way?"

"Virg, you don't have to make up for being sick!" Patton insisted, but Virgil knew what Patton wanted, he knew it wouldn't be said, but he wanted it done.

Virgil leaned over to Patton and pressed his lips to the latter's, causing a shocked gasp to be let out.

Their lips moved together perfectly, their eyes closed, hearts beating as one.

Virgil was the one to pull back, only to be pulled back in.

They stayed with their lips together for a while, and only parted when they required air.

"I love you..." Patton breathed out.

"I love you too." Virgil smiled.

They lay back on Patton's bed, talking and joking for a while, until they both fell asleep.

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