Why Don't We Sickfics

Jorbyn- migraine

Ship-Jonah+Corbyn

Yelling.

A ton of it

That's what Corbyn heard when he woke up.

The WDW boys were currently on the tour bus, and Corbyn had gone to sleep not feeling the best.

Before he napped, his headache was moderate. But now after waking up, it was terrible. Every single holler from the boys rang through his head like hell bells (definitely the opposite of church bells) and the blonde didn't even realize he was crying until Jonah opened the curtain.

The light engulfed him, temporarily blinding him. He shut his eyes tightly, and whimpered, which in turn made his head throb more.

"Oh babe, you really aren't feeling well." Jonah mumbled, and hugged the blonde. Jonah noticed the abnormal heat radiating from the younger boy.

"Is your head bothering you?" Jonah asked quietly. Corbyn nodded and whimpered again, the movement upsetting his head.

"Alright hang on. I'll be right back." Jonah said, wiping the tears off Corbyn's face.

"Hey boys," Jonah said over the the noise. "Bean has a really bad head ache, I think it's a migraine. Can you keep it down?"

"Oh, sure."
"Definitely."
"I didn't know. But yeah."

Simple responses were thrown back as Jonah walked to the kitchen. He grabbed some fever reducers, and pain medication, as well as a water bottle before going back to Corbyn.

Corbyn took the drugs, and shuffled over as Jonah climbed into the bunk with him. The two cuddled for a little bit before the sick boy jumped out of the bunk and ran to the small tour bus bathroom.

At first, the older boy was confused at why his boyfriend ran away like that before it dawned on him.

"Oh jeez." Jonah ran after the blonde into the bathroom. He knelt down next to the blonde in front of the toilet, and rubbed his back.

"Bean..."

Corbyn vomited his guts.

He stayed over the toilet for a good half hour, afraid that if he moved, it would trigger his stomach to come back up his throat.

Corbyn's sobbing hurt his head even more, and the vomiting wasn't helping in the slightest.

Jonah felt horrible for his boy, wanting to take this sickness away, and kill it for hurting his Corbyn. Unfortunately, all he could do was rub Corbyn's back and tell him how well he was doing, and no, he wasn't going to leave, and yes, he loved Corbyn with all his heart.

Corbyn hasn't thrown up for about ten minutes, so Jonah decided to move the sniffling boy back to his bunk.

Once again, Jonah laid down next to him. He shut the curtain, blocking out any light. He snuggled down with Corbyn, holding him close, and playing with his hair. 

This time, when Corbyn woke up, his headache wasn't that bad, but they kept him out of the concert just to make sure he was okay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~oKiE, not gonna lie, i took this idea from someone. that someone is @Obviouslylarryy. I'm sorry, I stole the idea. BUT I gave you credit, so is it okay? I'll take this down if its not.

~~~~sOrRy iT wAs sO sHoRt~~~~

i currently have about 3 request to fill, so i probably won't update till mArCH 😂😂😂😂