Why Don't We Sickfics

Zaniel

Ages;
Jonah- 23
Corbyn-23
Daniel-20
Jack-20
Zach-16

I am aware those aren't their exact ages, I just wanted Zach to be the littlest one.
Daniel's POV
I woke up one morning, with horrible nausea, and an extremely blocked up system. I rolled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Heaving over the toilet, I threw up everything I had eaten the day before. Retching, I hear somebody knock on the door.
"Daniel?" It was Jonah. "Are you okay in there?"

"D-don't c-come in-" A thick stream of sick burned my throat, cutting me off.
I hear the door jiggle, and go over to unlock it.

Jonah's POV
Daniel stood in the doorway, face pale, cheeks flushed red. The bathroom smelled revolting, obviously he had gotten sick.

"Aw, Dani. Are you okay?" I ask.

He stares at me with teary eyes. "No, I woke up puking."

"When did you wake up?" I ask, bringing the boy into a hug.

"Barely 20 minutes ago," Daniel whispered. "And please don't hug me so tight. It hurts."

"Sorry." I loosen my grip, so that he doesn't end up vomiting on me.
"Do you need anything?" I ask.

Daniel's mouthed opened, barely speaking. "Cuddle on the couch?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Sure, can you walk though?" I ask. He shakes his head no, and leans into me.

I pick Daniel up, and carry him
downstairs. I gently lay him on the couch, and sit next to him.

I lay down, and Daniel crawls next to me, laying on his back.

"C-can you rub my stomach?" He asked shyly.

I smile. Daniel himself is adorable, but he's so vulnerable when he's ill.

Dani grabs my hand and places it on his belly. I gently start rubbing circles and random patterns.

"Mmh." Daniel burped quietly.

"Air bubbles?" I ask, smirking. Daniel burps in response.

"Gross." I look up to see Corbyn in a space t-shirt, and galaxy pajama bottoms.

"Stop." Daniel mutters.

"Be nice, Corbyn." I say warningly. "Daniel isn't really feeling good right now."

"Oh, sorry." The blonde apologized.

"It's fine." Daniel groaned quietly. I frown. His face had gotten really pale really quickly, and usually that was not a good sign.

Daniel's POV
If I didn't move to a bathroom right now, I was going to puke on everything. I was so nauseous, even breathing made me feel sick.

"Jo-" I had to get up now. "Let go of me."

He looked confused, but did as I asked.

I stumble off the couch, barely able to walk, and make my way to the bathroom. I collapse just as I lose it. Vomit pours out of my mouth like a waterfall, spilling into the porcelain bowl. And oh god, it hurt like you would not believe.

I hear someone knocking on the door frantically.

"Daniel, let me in!" Jonah called. "Please!"

"D-doors' unlock-" I choke on more bile, unable to finish my sentence.

In a flash the door is open, and Jonah's by my side.

"I didn't know it was this bad." He whispered, rubbing my stomach under my shirt.