The Salvatore brothers sickfics

Stefan - you can't force me

request: Hey can u do one where Stefan gets really gets sick and Refuses to take medicine?

"No!" Stefan yelled at Damon, backing away slowly as he saw the bottle of liquid antibiotics in his older brother's hand. "I won't take it! I simply won't!"

Damon tried to reach out for him but Stefan jumped back and looked at Damon in horror.

"Stefan, you're sick. You need this medicine and you need to get some rest. I can't believe you even dared to stand up when I told you to stay in bed!"

Stefan shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I won't do it," He whispered. "You can't force me."

Damon sighed.

"Just get back in bed, Stefan. I don't want you to faint so I have to call an ambulance. And I don't want to force this down your throat, and you know I will if you don't start behaving."

Stefan swallowed hard.

"Leave me alone," He said and headed to his bedroom. Damon sighed and went to the pharmacy to get injections instead of that nasty-ass liquid. Then he went back home and saw that Stefan was walking around in the living room. Damon sighed and tried to keep calm. He hid the injection behind his back.

"Stefan, come here... Something happened and I want a hug from my little brother," he said. Stefan bought it. Of course he did. He would hug Damon at any time. Damon wrapped his arms around Stefan and jabbed the needle into his back. Stefan yelled and squirmed. Damon let him go, but Stefan slapped him as hard as he could.

"How could you?!"

"You are sick Stefan.."

"I never gave you my permission!"

"And you wouldn't have. I had to do it so you can get better." Damon said. Stefan had tears in his eyes and he left the house and slammed the door behind him. Damon sighed. He knew Stefan would come around.

And he did. 2 hours later, Stefan walked through the door, pale and crying. Damon watched him with concern.

"I don't feel better." He said.

"That's just the side effects," Damon explained. "Come on now. Go to bed. I'll come and tug you in."

Stefan nodded and headed to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and waited for Damon, who came shortly after with a wet towel. He made Stefan lay down and pulled the blanket over him. He kissed Stefan's head and put the towel on the forehead.

"Sweet dreams, baby brother." Damon said.