Why Don't We BXB Sickfics

Flu ♤ Daniel

Daniel's body ached as he stepped out of the shower. It confused him, moments before he was okay. Now he felt like he got hit with a train. He shivered to feel a chill run up his spine.

Daniel wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. He grabbed clothes and slipped them on ignoring the growing ache in his muscles.

He left his apartment and headed to Jonah's. That was there meeting place on Monday's. Tuesday as Jack, Wednesday was Zach, Thursday was Corbyn, and Friday was Daniel.

He opened the door, they were all watching TV. Zach and Jack were sprawled out on the floor. Jonah was sitting on the couch with his arms propped up on the back. Corbyn was on the floor with his back propped up against the couch.

"Hey Dani," Corbyn said setting his phone on his lap. Daniel smiled and sat next to Corbyn. His body ached whenever he moved a muscle. His stomach hurt and his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his head.

"Who wants to go eat before the interview?" Jack asked pausing the movie. Everyone agreed. They all left and called an uber.

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They went to Old Chicago. They were all seated by a window. "Hello my name is Wendy, what can I get for you?"

"I'll take a salad," Daniel said feeling his stomach churn again.

"We're all going to have a thin crust pepperoni pizza?" Jonah said handing her their menus.

"I'm not feeling that great, I might head home," Daniel said holding his now pounding head.

"Daniel you say that all the time! You're never actually sick sit-down and wait for your food" Corbyn said annoyed. The thing was Daniel was always sick when he said he was. He just got sick all the time. He had basically no immune system.

Daniel nodded and set his head on the table. The cool wood felt amazing against his throbbing head. His stomach churned again making him wince.

"Fine just go. hime Daniel. I'm sick of your shit." Jonah scoffed. Daniel felt like shit so he took the offer. He walked out of the restaurant and ordered an uber.

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Daniel arrived back at the apartment complex. He went straight to his bed and face planted onto it. His body was throbbing and every muscle felt like it was being ripped out of his body. His stomach churned again.

He got up and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl in case he threw up. He laid back down on his bed and scrolled through Instagram. He liked a few fan edits.

Daniel felt his stomach churn again. This time he felt bile coming up his throat. Daniel reached for the bowl fast and set it under his chin. He let the liquid out of his mouth. His throat burned and stomach hurt. He felt like he was getting stabbed in the gut. His eyes watered a little.

Luckily he hadn't eaten much that day so hardly any food came up. He finally finished after a few minutes. His entire body was on fire. He felt super dizzy but didn't want anything to do with food or water.

He emptied the bowl into his toilet and rinsed it out in his sink. He crawled back in bed and fell asleep.

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Daniel woke up with the sun blaring onto his face. He checked the time it was almost 7 am. He groaned he had slept through an entire day. He got up and grabbed flu medication. His body throbbed as he walked back to his bed.

He downed the medication and sat back trying to suppress the rising nauseous feeling in his stomach. He felt bile shooting up his throat.

Daniel quickly grabbed the bowl and spilled his guts into it. He groaned and wiped his face with his shirt. He emptied the bowl out into his sink and crawled back into bed.