Why Don't We Sickfics

Daniel- Anorexia

DONAH
The boys ran backstage after another exhilarating performance.

"That was a-mazing!" Jack gushed, opening a nearby fridge and grabbing a Gatorade.

"I second that." Corbyn breathed, falling on a couch. Zach sat next to Corbyn, while Jonah and Daniel sat on the other couch.

"Huge crowd, I saw tons of cool signs." Jonah voices, letting Daniel curl into his side.

Daniel yawned and rested his head on Jonah's chest, something completely normal for all of them. "I'm exhausted, and we still have the afterparty."

The boys laughed. "You'll wake up a bit more when you smell all that perfume!" Zach joked, but it was a true statement. So many of the Limelights that the boys met smelled like they poured on the whole bottle of the cosmetic

"My nose hurts just thinking about it." Corbyn groaned, and Zach wacked him.

"Some of them smell really good, okay?" Zach countered, folding his arms.

"Sure Zach." Jack snorts, and everyone laughs.

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Space
I need space Daniel though while trying to weave through the large amount of women in the room

Corbyn was right about perfume baths. There were so many scents that it was making Daniel nauseous.

"Where is the bathroom in this place?" Daniel muttered, smiling at a group of giggling teens. The girls all waved back excitedly, and huddle into a circle of whispers.

The afterparty was always fun, but tonight Dan just wasn't feeling it. There had been a amazing spread of food where Daniel had eaten enough for two. Now all the junk he'd eaten was wanting to make a reappearance.

Finally he saw a sign with the male logo on it.
Than k God. Daniel ran inside, and slammed the stall door shut. The nausea that had been shadowing behind him suddenly hit at full-force.

"Oh fuck..." Daniel moaned, not wanting to sit in the filthy bathroom floor. Germaphobic at his best.

He felt his heart rate pick up, and his stomach was swirling around like a washing machine. Unrolling the toilet paper, Daniel made a tiny mat to sit down on. He didn't have much energy to stand anymore. He put some more paper around the seat, just because.

A sudden retch made the fact that he was going to vomit a little too real for Daniel. He rubbed his stomach, trying to calm it down. The fake-blonde whimpered when the feeling only got worse. Why did he have to eat so much?

Daniel felt tears prick near his eyes as another retch sent him grasping onto the toilet seat, thankful he'd put it there earlier.
His stomach felt so full, and Daniel just wanted the feeling to stop.

He checked his pockets, and wanted to happy cry when he felt his phone. He took it out, and pulled up the phone app.

"Jo..." Daniel whimpered once the older boy picked up.

"Hey, Dani! Where are you?" It sounded like Jonah had the phone on speaker, but Daniel didn't care.

"I'm in the bathroom...felt like I was gonna be sick, and..." Daniel choked, tears falling. He heard a few gasps, and a couple "oh no!"s and confirmed that Jonah was on speaker. "Just please come get me?"

Jonah's POV
"Y-yeah, oh gosh. What bathroom are you in?" I ask, holding the phone to my ear. I finally took it off speakerphone, realizing the fans didn't need to overhear the rest of my conversation.

"I don't know." Daniel's voice crackled in the speaker. "I ran to the first on I saw."

"I'll find it. Keep it together, ok?" Jonah waited for a response, but realized Daniel had hung up. He started for the bathroom, trying to remember if he saw Daniel leave.