Trans Jeremy Heere oneshots! (bmc)

Sick days

(Thank you Total_Trash02 for writing most of the story! Go check out their fanfics they're an amazing writer!)

Jeremy had been in bed all day, he didn't have the strength to get up. He blew his nose into a tissue, crumbling it up and tossing it to the side of the bed. He had stopped trying to throw him into the trash can next to his desk. He whimpered a bit stuffing his face under the blue duvet. The smallest bit of light  would feel like a hammer hitting the back of his head. He wiped his nose with a small whine since it was red and raw from wipping and blowing his nose so much.

He couldn't sleep well and the bags proved it since his nose was stuffed no matter how much he blew it.
He took a peek over at his desk fill with homework. He had been out of school for a week due to the sickness. He sighed softly and he reached over for his water bottle taking some small sips, so he wouldn't  throw up. He nuzzled back under the duvet as tears filled his eyes from all the pain he was in. He head pounded, he chest had so much pressure on it, not to mention the cramps he got.

He wiped his tears away he heard the slight creek of the wooden floors in the hallway, followed by a soft knock. "C-come on in..." he voice was raspy and low. he didn't want to uncover his face since it was daylight outside and his forgot to close the curtains. Leaving his room bright. A soft noise of door opening a quiet voice followed. "Jer?". Jeremy smiled slightly knowing the voice, but only whimpered under his mountain of blankets.

He bit his lip slightly and moved around slowly. He clutched his stomach, whimpering out in pain. He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to help put up with the cramps. He sniffled softly as he took the blankets away from his face and looked up at Michael.

Michael smiled softly as he set the bag full of things on the floor. He took his backpack off as well putting it on the desk. He floofy dark curls bounce as he walk over to Jeremy. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, Bear.. How are ya feeling?" He asked softly.

"Like death. I want to crawl under a rock and die" He replied before coughing. He let out a pained noise and sniffled once more. The cough was the one that rattled your chest and leave you breathless for a moment after. 

Michael frown softly. He leaned over grabbing the bag that was previously set ok the floor. He took out some cough syrup and poured some into the small cup. "Drink this, it should help.." He handed the aup to him. 

Jeremy slowly drank it setting it down he scrunched his nose in disgust as frowned at Michael. "How could you, give me rotten cherries?" He said pouting. Michael let out a giggle and ruffled his hair before pulling out a water bottle and giving it to him. "Shush, it's supposed to make you feel better." Jeremy grabbed the bottle and gulped it down to get rid of the taste as he almost choked on it. "It tastes like death thoughhhhh." He whined.

After a few minutes passed he started to feel drowsy. He laid down and made grabby hands at Michael. He laughed softly at Jeremy before taking his hoodie off and giving it to him before flopping down next to him and gently pulling him closer. He smiled softly as he already heard soft snores from him. He soon fell asleep with him.