helo, and welcome to hell. okay lemme get this in check, this is a brallon one shot book. not ryden, peterick, ferard, trholey, joshler, joshdon, or any other ship i didnt name. this is also fluff so dont even try with the sumt. u can also request b...
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henloo, today i decided to write a sickfic bc i thing about loving sickfics to much lmao. anyways hope ur guys' days r going fine. we have this fundraiser for our trip to D.C and u have to sell chocolate and i just got mine and i have bought and eaten like 4 of them lmfao. anyways e n j o y.
dallon opened his ocean eyes and immediately shut them.
the early morning light beamed into his eyes, making his head hurt.
'that doesn't usually happen' he thought.
he waited a few moments before reopening them. again, light blared into his eyes, it was not as worse as before, but he got up anyways.
sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, he rubbed his eyes then put two fingers on each temple and dragged his hands down his face, releasing a exhausted sigh.
dallon then got up, wanting to go to the bathroom, but a dizzy overwhelming feeling came over him. he stumbled a bit, then sat back on his bed, closing his eyes tight.
'what the hell is wrong with me.. ' he complained in his mind.
then an unexpected chilly feeling washed over him, he shuddered and grabbed brendons hoodie, set on the bed. he was still a bit cold but, whatever, he was fine. (A/N i got sick once and brushed it off until after i had grabbed my oj and wentz into my room and passed out, there is still a faint oj stain on my wall lmao)
dallon then shook his head and stood up again, swaying a bit but able to stay afoot. after using the bathroom, he walked downstairs, a sick kind of feeling in his stomach, an ache.
brendon was in the kitchen making french toast, humming death of a bachelor. dallon padded in and sat at the bar on one of the spinny, tall chairs.
"mornin dall" brendon sounded quite happy this morning.
"hey bren" god he sounded awful, his voice was scratchy and he had just noticed that his throat felt a little sore.
"lord, dall, you alright? dont sound to good.." came the voice of a concerned/dad beebo.
"yea...im fine..just allergies" dallon knew it wasn't that, but he was still gonna deny that he was sick.
"....ok if you say so.." he paused, then gave dallon some french toast. "here, eat up we got plans for today".
" what plans? " dallon was dumbfounded, as he began cutting into his food, brendon placed a glass of water besides the tall man.
"oh, sorry, forgot to tell you, were going out to the mall with the band later today, some quality free time before we get on the cramped bus." he explained .
"oh okay, im down" dallon said, picking up a piece of toast and putting it in his mouth.
a wave of nausea overcame him. he gagged, but it wasn't loud, it was with his mouth closed.
he released a quick breath through his nose and forced himself to continue eating. soon, brendon, who had planted himself next t o dallon, quickly noticed.
"is my cooking that bad dall?" brendon joked.
dallon didnt respond , he put his head in his hands and sighed.
"dall... ?" he asked again.
a hand was placed on his hooded back, " dall whats wrong? ". a hint of desperation was in brendons voice.
"i...i dont feel to good, im gonna go get more sleep" and when brendon tried to walk him upstairs, "brendon im fine, honestly" .
turing the hall to where the stairs were, a wave of nausea and dizziness mixed, and he slumped against the wall, still standing.
all he remembered was his legs giving out and hitting the floor.
dallon woke up to find himself in bed. sheets ruffled next to him and brendons worried face hovered above him.
"bren? wha....what happened?" dallon slurred his words and he closed his eyes.
"you passed out dallon, why didnt you tell me you were sick?" brendon had an edge to his voice but near the end of his words it had formed to concern.
"i...i dunno..i-" dallon cut his word short.
dallon shot up and ran for the bathroom. brendon had called his name but he kept running. leaning over the toilet, he coughed then threw up, eyes watering.
a hand reached his back and started rubbing it, brendon spoke soothing words of encouragement until dallon had stopped vomiting.
after dry heaving for a bit, dallon slumped to the ground and took in the cool bathroom floor.
but someone had lifted him off the ground and soon enough, dallon was on the bed again. a hand brushed through his hair, wiping it off his sweaty forehead. brendon had wasted no time on taking of the hoodie and replacing his pants with shorts.
a few hours later, dallon found himself cold again, freezing actually, and texted brendon.
moments later, brendon was with dallon on the bed and the singer had wasted no time on going under the covers and snuggling dallon.
eventually they both drift off, and the next day, brendon was just as sick.
ok then, hope u like it. alSo i saw the votes and i wanna thnk u guys again lmao. as always review or comment what you want in the next chapter. and have what like 7-ish days until christmas, so merry chrysler to you all and now i will go listen to mcr covering all i want for christmas is you. bAii.
