A Stucky Story

EvanStan

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance please, he's not breathing."

"Stay on the line, sir, help is coming."

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A month full of press conferences in different states took its toll on everyone. Some people could handle it, others need at least another month before they meet with other people. Things only got worse when illness was involved.

Chris had two interviews and photo shoots that week, he started to feel awful by Wednesday. He had to cancel his second photo shoot for Friday due to a fever. If it wasn't for his boyfriend, Sebastian, he would have been stuck in bed for a week.

Sebastian's week was more booked than Chris. More interviews and more photo shoots and a round trip from New York to California then back again in one day. And somehow managed to deal with a sick boyfriend. Chris was grateful for him, but he was worried that Sebastian was pushing himself too hard. He always said he didn't want to disappoint his fans, but even his fans are saying he looks sick and tired, literally.

Sebastian was able to go home after another photo session. He stopped by a local drug store and got more cough medicine for Chris. Honestly, he felt bad himself. He had nonstop coughing and sneezing. He felt dizzy afterwards. His stomach was hurting at the smell of food and he hasn't had an appetite all day.

He opened the door to his and Chris's apartment. He was so tired. He put his keys on the key rack and put the groceries away. He heard the door open and nail scratching against hardwood. Dodger jumped on him and Chris appeared with a giant smile.

"Hey, babe how did it go?"

"Good, how are you feeling?"

"A lot better, but you're starting to look sick yourself. Anthony called me and told me you looked more pale than usual. And your fans are concerned too,"

"I'm just tired, Chris. You should be resting." Chris sniffed and put an arm around him.

"Well let's go rest together, this can wait."

"No, Chris."

"Sebastian, it's almost 12 in the morning, you've been gone since 8 yesterday morning and you didn't even sleep because you were caring for me. You are getting some rest and I'm turning your phone on silent. I'll let you know if anything seriously requires your attention." Chris guided him to the bedroom. He helped the Romanian into his pj's and turned off the lights.

"Sebastian, please sleep." Said Chris. Sebastian sighed and tried to fall asleep, but his stomach wouldn't stop hurting. Chris noticed and rubbed his stomach. It helped and he fell asleep. Though not for long.

Chris woke up to the sound of retching and coughing. He looked to his boyfriend's side of the bed, he was gone. Chris hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He opened the door, Sebastian was dry heaving whatever was on his stomach. Judging by the contents in the bowl, it was water and stomach acid. Chris started to panick more when he saw how bad Sebastian was shaking.

"Seb, baby, look at me." Sebastian laid back on the bathroom wall and tried to look up at Chris, but it was too bright. Chris got a cup of water and held it to his lips.

"Don't swallow, just clean out your mouth." Sebastian took in a little and spit the water in the toilet. Chris flushed the toilet.

"I didn't realize you were so sick, poor guy let's go back to bed." Chris helped him stand up, Sebastian was very wobbly Chris put his arms around him and laid him back in bed. Chris got a small trash can and put it on his side of the bed. Sebastian started coughing, Chris couldn't help but remember that this is how he felt.