Janiel One-Shots

Raging Sickness

Joey woke up in hell. No seriously he woke up with a raging sickness.

His head was raging with a headache. He had a runny nose, he also felt freezing but really was burning up, he just couldn't feel it. He had a sore throat and letting anything go down hurt it more. He had a fever of 104.6, yeah that's pretty bad. He had a stomach ache or some shit. His body was achey and sore, he just woke up in hell.
(We woke up in hell, baby, can't you tell?)

And what did he do about it? Oh he did literally nothing. He only got up to use the bathroom or blow his nose.

He layed in bed and played soft piano music, how typical. He also buried himself alive in blankets to stay warm, but that wasn't enough. He wished his boyfriend, Daniel who lived in Arizona while Joey lived somewhere in California, was with him.

But unfortunately they're 735 miles away fron each other. It's a lot more than you think. You can't just go 'oh! I'm gonna drive to Arizona all the way from California!' or 'Oh! I'm gonna drive to California all the way from Arizona!' at some random time to see your boyfriend or significant other, or at least that's what Joey thought.

Joey's thought were interuppted by the blaring ringtone of his phone, or in his head it was blaring. He groaned hoping this was worth the pain of this sickness. He read tried reading the caller ID the first time but hissed at the brightness.

He tried again and read 'Daniel.' What would Daniel be doing calling Joey this early in the morning? Oh the daily morning call to see how he's doing, obviously. Daniel called Joey at least every morning maybe sometimes at night to see how his boy was doing.

Joey answered and put the phone to his ear. He closed his eyes and layed his head back down.

"Hello?" Joey said with a groggy voice. He sounded very sick. "Good morning ba- Wait are you sick?"

Joey cleared his throat, "Oh uh yes," he started coughing. "So-sor-sorry," He tried apologizing for his cough.

"Oh poor baby boy. He's getting sick on me," Daniel smiled sadly. "Yes I know, I get it, no need to rub it into my face. I feel disgusting," Joey sassed.

"Okay well sick Joey is still very sassy. Anyways what hurts? If you don't mind answering and not sassing me," Daniel laughed softly.

"Uh well a lot hurts first of all. I have a raging headache, my head might actually die. I have a runny nose that will fill a pool if I don't blow my nose. I'm freezing cold, and the amount of blankets I have are doing nothing. I have a sore throat and doing anything that includes swallowing hurts more. I have a fever of like 104.6 and I have a killer stomach ache. I feel achey and sore and I want to die.

Also, I have no medicine and I'm too weak to actually go out and get some, I'm dying Danny," Joey whined.

Daniel felt horrible for him. He wanted to give him so many cuddles and kisses, even if that meant he got sick. He wouldn't care. That's why he had a plan, a very smart plan that included making Joey happy. Very happy he would say.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry to hear that. I wish I could take care of you, give you cuddles, and kisses, even if that meant I got sick because I wouldn't care. I wish I could be there Love, I'm sorry," Daniel felt bad at the moment.

"It's okay," Joey was sad they had to live in different states. "How about you get some rest? I'll talk to you later and check up on you. Okay?"

"Mhm, bye-bye I love you Daniel," Joey said tired. "Bye-bye Love, I love you more. Get some rest," Daniel said hanging up. He had a plan to work on and here's the deal.

He booked a flight from Arizona to California during the phone call. It was about an hour and twenty-one (pilots) minutes and that's enough time for Joey to sleep.