Roadtrip Oneshots

Mack, Norovirus

Requested by roadiesforeva, so I hope you like this!
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Mikey

"Jack please just go away!" I called from the bathroom.

I let out a soft moan of pain, and I clenched my eyes shut. I hated this.

"I'm not leaving you alone while you're throwing up Mike!" He replied.

Jack was stood outside the bathroom door, being stubborn as usual. It was unlocked, but he didn't come in.

I retched into the bin off to my side, making sure to not move off of the toilet seat.

"That's it, I'm coming in." Jack said with a tone of finality.

"Don't you dare." I coughed, and gagged.

But the door didn't open; he respected me enough to not open the door without my permission.

"And why not?"

"I'm not just throwing up." I said quietly, but loud enough for my boyfriend to hear me.

"Oh Mike... is there anything I can do?"

"Please just leave me alone." I whimpered.

I gagged again, hurled into the bin.

"Mike..."

He sounded so upset, but in the moment I didn't care. I just wanted him gone, so that he wouldn't catch it.

"Please." I begged.

My stomach cramped horribly, and I cringed. My innards were in turmoil, twisting and turning.

"Okay, okay," Jack sighed, "Call me if you need me, alright? Anything at all. I really don't mind."

"Thank you."

The dreaded Norovirus had finally arrived, and I had been the unlucky receiver of it. And it was the absolute worst. I knew it would go away in about two days, but already thirty minutes felt like an eternity.

My arms felt heavy and weak, and my legs just hurt everywhere. I had struggled to make it to the toilet, but my pride had forced me to make the journey. There was no way I wasn't making it to the toilet.

But thank God Jack had gone away... for now anyway. I knew he'd be back, but I wanted him to stay away. I knew he'd catch the virus if he had stayed with me, so I didn't want him looking after me.

I didn't want my boyfriend to have what I had. I figured the best way to contain it would be to just lock myself in the bathroom until it passed, so I hoped it worked.

I'd been throwing up for the last fifteen minutes, and stuck on the toilet since it was the reason I had gotten up. Everything hurt. I wanted to cry. I could feel a headache building up behind my right eye.

I hated this Goddam virus already.

***

I was still on the toilet four hours later.

Jack kept coming back every now and then to check on me, but each time I couldn't help but sob. I mean, I was crying by myself, in the bathroom, and just having to use my voice ruined my pride.

Just as this virus was ruining my pride.

Every time I sobbed at my boyfriend to "Get the hell away!" I knew he was upset me with me; but he listened to me. One of the reasons I loved him to pieces. He always listened to every thing I said, even if in the long run he knew I would get hurt. Then when I did get hurt, he was there to look after me.