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corbyn - ulcerative colitis

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dorbyn

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corbyn blinked the sleep out of his eyes, dragging a hand down his face tiredly. he shifted in discomfort at the pain forming in his abdomen and nausea rising in his throat. the new brunette squinted at the noise coming from the hallway, the pounding footsteps causing a headache to slowly form.  he sluggishly slid his way out of his bed, swallowing down the urge to throw up as he stumbled towards his door, opening it while keeping a firm grip on the handle to maintain his balance. he was met with zach running down the hallway, a towel and bottle of water clutched in his hand. 

corbyn blinked at the boy, swaying deliriously on his feet before he shook his head, casting the scene off as a dream before closing his door and trudging back to bed.

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"corbs? love it's time to get up."

corbyn whined at the voice disturbing him from his slumber, snuggling deeper into his covers as he turned away from the noise. 

"we have an interview today love, it's time to wake up." the voice persisted.

"no, time to sleep." the boy mumbled, his tone light as he faded back into sleep.

"no bug," the voice, now registering in corbyn's mind as daniel, laughed softly, brushing his hair away rom his forehead, "it's morning, c'mon we're gonna be late."

corbyn turned around, peeking tired eyes at the blonde trying to wake him up, shooting a small glare at him.

"someone's not a morning person, hm?" daniel teased, poking corbyn's cheek playfully. 

"no 'm not, go 'way." 

"corby. gotta get up, c'mon." 

corbyn merely let his eyes close once again, his body relaxing, sinking into his covers. daniel scoffed, rolling his eyes before pulling the covers off corbyn's body, bringing the boy into his arms as he picked him up and took him to the bathroom. corbyn stirred slightly, burying his head into daniel's chest. 

daniel brought the boy into the bathroom, setting him down on the counter before standing in between his legs, wrapping his arms around the brunette's body as corbyn continued to lean into daniel's chest. 

"what's going on with you today, c? why don't you wanna get up?" daniel asked, rubbing circles into corbyn's back. 

corbyn mumbled something unintelligible into daniel's chest, nestling further into his warmth. 

"i can't hear you love." daniel chuckled, moving his hands up to corbyn's shoulder, gently moving the boy back. 

"i don't know," he sighed, pulling back from daniel before looking up at the boy, "i don't feel good."

"what's wrong?" daniel asked softly, rubbing small circles into the brunette's shoulders.

"stomach hurts." corbyn pouted, his hands subconsciously moving to wrap around his abdomen, "feel like 'm gonna throw up."