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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 5 years

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these chills didn’t come from the cold

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Prompt #6: Sick

Warnings: sickness, obviously, but nothing gross/graphic at all

Pairings: Royality

Word Count: 3.5k

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This oneshot takes place sometime after the events of the fic Flirting with Danger I’m writing with @notveryglittery , the first chapter of which can be found here on tumblr and here on AO3! (No spoilers, unless you count the main pairing eventually getting together, which... what else did you expect?)

Patton woke in the middle of the night, still half-stuck in his dream of wandering through a snowy field. He wasn’t much warmer in reality, and it took him a long moment of sleepy confusion to figure out that this was because he’d kicked all the blankets off his bed. He grabbed his phone in order to make out where exactly they were and tried to reach for them without moving too much, squinting against the brightness, only to reach a little too far and end up face-down on the carpet with a muffled thud. Oh well, he had the blankets back now. At this hour, he really didn’t care where he fell asleep, as long as it wasn’t cold—he felt like he could hardly even move, he was so tired.

He got himself all wrapped up in the blankets without having to move too much, a snug little burrito on the floor, and tried to go back to sleep. He kind of wanted to cry when it didn’t work. Using his phone in the darkness had given him a headache and made his eyes hurt, he was a little bit sore from falling off the bed, and after all that he was still cold. Everything had been fine when he went to bed earlier! Why was this happening?? His head felt fuzzy and thinking was hard, so he struggled to get an arm out of the blankets to reach his phone and called the one person who could make it all better.

After a few rings, Roman picked up, and he felt a tiny bit better already upon hearing him mumble a sleepy “Hello..?”

Patton responded with a wordless sound of misery. “What?” Roman’s voice got a bit clearer, and also a bit worried. “Patton, darling, is something wrong? Why are you calling me at four in the morning?”

“M’cold,” he whined. “Need you… fix it…”

Roman couldn’t stand to hear his love so unhappy, and immediately decided he didn’t really need any more sleep anyway. “I’ll be there soon,” he promised, pushing himself out of bed.

“Yay… love you…”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you in a few minutes, my dear, alright?”

Patton hummed in agreement and ended the call by way of moving a little and accidentally pressing the button with his face.

Soon enough, Roman landed on the balcony with its festive tinsel-wrapped railings, which he insisted on doing so often they’d given him his own key for that door. He was still in his pajamas and didn’t even have shoes on, but it didn’t matter much, since the slight frost outside melted away around him before he ever touched it. He let himself in quietly and made his way to Patton’s room to find his boyfriend on the floor, cocooned in a couple of blankets and shivering. He rolled over to look up at Roman when he heard him come in, his eyes shining with frustrated tears. Roman hurried to sit down next to him and pull him into his arms.

“I’m here now, mi corazón, I’m here, don’t cry,” he soothed, rocking Patton gently. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Blankets,” said Patton, as if that explained everything. Roman decided it wasn’t that important.

“Well, let’s get you back into bed, okay? It’s much more comfortable than the carpet.”

Roman scooped up the Pat-burrito effortlessly and set him on the bed. He tried to go look for more blankets then, but Patton got his other arm free and made grabby hands, and the hero caved immediately- he’d probably be a better heat source himself, anyway. He lay down next to his beloved and put an arm around his shoulders to hold him close and warm him up. Patton sighed and relaxed against him, leaning their heads together with a smile. It was a minute later before Roman’s eyes snapped open at the realization that Patton’s forehead should NOT have been the same temperature as his own.

He tried not to freak out, but it didn’t work very well. Oh god, what was he supposed to do about this? How bad of a sign even was it?! Roman didn’t know, he didn’t get sick like normal people! Patton seemed like he might be asleep already, and in any case he probably wasn’t coherent enough right now to be much help. How was he supposed to- oh, right, the internet. Roman wiggled his phone out of his pocket without disturbing Patton too much and searched, WHAT DO I DO ABOUT A FEVER??!?

The first few results told him it probably wasn’t a big deal unless it got above 103, and as long as that wasn’t the case all he could really do about it was make sure Patton stayed hydrated and as comfortable as possible. That was both a relief and a disappointment; he wished there were something he could do to just fix it, like Patton had asked him to. He hated letting him down just because of some stupid thing like the limitations of medical advancement.

“Patton,” he whispered. “Patton? …Are you awake?”

A soft “mhm” in response told him that while he might not have been asleep, he was pretty darn close.

“I’m going to get up for a bit, okay? You don’t seem to be feeling well, and I need to find a thermometer and make sure you don’t have a high fever.” He began to ease himself up, only for Patton to latch onto his shirt. Physically he could have pulled away, but the emotional consequences would have been unbearable.

“Nooo,” Patton mumbled. “Don’ go.”

“I’ll only be gone for a minute or two…” Still, Patton wouldn’t let go, shaking his head stubbornly. “Oh, all right. How about you come with me, then, and you can tell me where it is.” He made sure the blankets were still secure, then lifted him bridal-style.

Patton accepted this development with the ease of someone who was quite used to it by now and rested his head on Roman’s shoulder. “Medicine cabinet’s in the kitchen,” he reminded him. “Should be in there.”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was sitting on the kitchen counter while Roman searched through the cabinet above his head. Well, okay, sitting was a strong word for it. He was sort of upright, but mostly slumped against Roman’s chest, feeling like his muscles had been replaced with overcooked and vaguely achy spaghetti. It wasn’t fun. He wanted to go back to sleep and stop feeling like this, but then there was a beep and Roman was nudging him and asking so nicely for him to open his mouth so he could take his temperature, and he sounded a little worried, and Patton didn’t want Roman to be worried, so he listened.

More beeps roused him from nearly falling asleep with the thermometer in his mouth. Roman looked at the display and hummed. “Well, you don’t need a doctor, at least.”

“Mm. That’s good.” He didn’t want to go to a doctor. He’d have to go outside for that, and outside was cold.

“You’re up around 102, though,” Roman continued. As soon as he got the thermometer put away, he wrapped his arms around Patton, hugging him close as though he could physically defend him from whatever virus he’d caught. “How are you feeling now, love? Is there anything you want?”

Patton thought about it for long enough that Roman began to wonder if he needed to wake him up again. “Advil?” he finally said- that would make the spaghetti feel better, right? And his head? Roman nodded and kissed his forehead before rummaging through the cabinet again. “An’ then sleep,” he added, pressing his face against Roman’s neck to hide from the light. “And you.”

Roman laughed softly and kissed him again. “You already have me,” he pointed out while stretching to fill a glass of water while still holding Patton up.

“You could leave, though…”

“I would never! What kind of hero, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you in your time of need?” He scanned the directions on the label and then struggled to open the bottle in order to hand Patton one of the pills. “Stupid childproof cap… Drink as much as you can, alright, love? I’m supposed to be giving you fluids.”

Patton took the medicine quietly and drained about a third of the glass. He did his best to set it down, but his hands were shaky. Roman took it from him before he could spill water all over the counter. “S’that good?”

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s perfect, thank you.” He picked him up again. “Now, let’s get back to bed, shall we?”

Patton nodded, or perhaps he merely stopped trying to hold his head up. Roman carried him back to his room and laid him in his bed. As soon as he returned from grabbing one more blanket and joined him, Patton cuddled up to his space-heater boyfriend and was out like a light.

When Virgil got up, it was almost noon. (Don’t judge him, he had a late shift today, it was fine.) He expected Patton to be long gone at this point. What he did not expect was to walk out of his room and find him cocooned in blankets on the living room couch, with Roman trying to coax him to eat something. It wasn’t working very well. In fact, right as Virgil came in, he gave up and let Patton go back to sleeping on him instead.

“Uh… What’s going on? Is Pat okay?”

Patton opened his eyes for half a second and gave him a tiny wave. “Morn’n Virge… M’sick…” He didn’t seem too bothered by that fact, possibly due to all the attentive care it seemed to be getting him- not that he ever had any shortage of attention from Roman. As Virgil was painfully aware.

“Virgil!” Wow, Roman had never sounded that happy to see him before. “Thank goodness- he called me last night, he has a fever, and I think I’m doing a fine job but this is not a foe I’ve ever had to face-”

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

Roman nodded helplessly.

“Alright, let’s see…” Virgil made his way over to the couch, intending to critique his efforts. When he got closer, though, he quickly changed his mind. It looked like Roman hadn’t gotten much sleep, and he probably didn’t need Virgil being an asshole on top of that and worrying about his boyfriend. “Well, you’re not messing it up that bad.” Nailed it. “He’s not gonna want solid food right now, though. Make him some soup or something, I need to finish waking up.”

Virgil returned to his room and got dressed after a quick shower. Before going back to the living room, he called out of work for the day and texted Remy to cover his shift. He had a feeling he was going to be needed here.

…And it quickly became obvious just how correct he was. Roman was now in the kitchen, awkwardly stirring the soup he was heating on the stove while also keeping Patton from falling off the counter. Which, yes, Patton was on the counter. For some reason. He also seemed to be mostly asleep, what with how he was relying on Roman to keep him semi-upright.

“…Dude.”

Roman jumped and half-turned around, instinctively clutching Patton to his chest, who barely woke up and simply buried his face further in Roman’s shoulder. “You have got to stop sneaking up on me like that!” Meanwhile, a few wisps of darkness wrapped around the saucepan to steady it before it could spill hot soup everywhere.

“Hey, don’t yell at me when you’re doing… whatever this is.”

“I’m making soup!” Roman protested. “You told me to make soup!”

“I mean… true. Didn’t really expect you to need the stove for that, but.”

“Well, I couldn’t risk burning Patton!”

“Yeah, that brings us to our second question. Why, exactly, is Patton even in here?”

“I did try to leave him on the couch, but he looked so sad, I couldn’t do that to him…”

Ah, of course. If there were any exceptions to what Roman would do to keep Patton from being sad, they hadn’t been found yet. Sometimes Virgil thought his roommate had too much power. He sighed. “Alright, you useless gay, go sit down. I’ll take care of the soup.”

Roman hadn’t realized how stressed the situation was making him until Virgil offered to help. “Thank you,” he said, relief clear in his voice as he gathered Patton up to take him back to the living room.

“Yeah, yeah.” Virgil shooed him away, slightly embarrassed. “Get out of the kitchen before you try to knock everything over again.”

Patton tried to wave at him as they left the room, but he wasn’t sure how noticeable it was. Everything was still incredibly heavy, including his hands and fingers. Good thing Roman was so strong. Otherwise he’d probably have trouble carrying him around like this…

The next thing he knew, they were back on the couch, and he was in Roman’s lap. That was good, it was cozier this way. He squirmed even closer, relaxing when Roman grabbed blankets from the other end of the couch to tuck around him. Now it was nice and warm.

Roman noticed he seemed a bit more awake. “Are you feeling any better, dearheart?” he asked gently, brushing Patton’s hair away from his face. He couldn’t seem to stop asking that, every time Patton was conscious enough to answer. “Did you hear Virgil say he was going to make soup?”

Patton gave a muffled hum of agreement and asked hopefully, “Does that mean you’re staying here now?” He didn’t like when Roman had to get up… his object permanence wasn’t the best at the moment and it made him nervous. He didn’t like losing his source of warm cuddles, either.

“Yes, love, I’m staying.”

“Good. S’comfy here.” Patton closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew, Roman was trying to wake him up as gently as possible. He stirred slightly, only to turn and burrow further into Roman without opening his eyes.

Roman cupped his face with one hand and turned his head. “Hey, no, don’t go back to sleep yet…” He laughed softly as Patton still tried to resist being woken up. “Don’t you want the soup Virgil so kindly finished making?”

“Yeah, I’ll be real sad if you don’t try it.” Virgil poked Patton’s nose, trying to get his friend to smile. It worked, and Patton finally blinked his eyes open.

“Okay,” he agreed. “It smells good…” With Roman’s help, he sat up a bit better and disentangled himself from the blankets so he could eat it- mostly sipping the broth.

“Did you give him Nyquil before I got up or something?” Virgil wondered.

“Should I not have? He woke up early in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought-”

“Nah, you did fine, I was just gonna be worried if he was this out of it without any of that.” He sat on the other side of Patton and ruffled his hair fondly. “I told you it was too cold to be going places without a coat, y’know.”

Patton just nodded, conceding that he was right. Virgil gave Roman a bit more advice on taking care of him while he ate. After finishing about half the bowl of soup, Patton turned and curled up in Roman’s lap again, face pressed against his neck. Roman got the blankets re-situated, while Virgil went back to the kitchen to clean up. He returned to the living room to find Patton not immediately asleep like before, but rather complaining of a headache and unable to get comfortable. That worried him enough to check his temperature again, but it still wasn’t high enough to be dangerous, thankfully.

“Hmm. When was the last time he took medicine?”

Roman tried to think. Half of his attention, both currently and at the time, was going to stroking Patton’s hair and whispering reassurances to help him feel better. “Er… I believe it was before the sun rose?”

“Probably wearing off, then. I’ll go grab some more.”

As soon as he left, turning off the lights on the way, Roman went back to talking to Patton. “I know, love, I know you don’t feel well… it will be better soon, I promise…”

A minute later, Virgil dumped several different medicines on the coffee table. “Alright, you’re not gonna like me for this, Pat, but it’s for your own good.”

He could barely make out Patton’s muffled protest of “I would never not like you!”

“If you say so. Sit up and take this first, okay?” He waited for him to be ready, then gave him a pill to help with the headache he’d been talking about. “And, uh… sorry, but we only have the liquid Nyquil left right now, and I’m gonna make you take some so you won’t feel like shit.”

Patton immediately shook his head, which just made it hurt more, and tried to hide in Roman’s chest. “I’m not taking that, it’s gross.” Virgil sighed. He got so childish when he was sick.

“Come on. I get that it tastes bad, but it’s only in your mouth for like five seconds and then you can have something else to get rid of it. I’ll go to the store and get the pill kind soon, but you gotta take this right now so you won’t feel bad the whole time I’m gone.”

He shook his head again. “I’ll just wait.”

“No, Patton. You know every time we do this, you end up saying you’re glad I made you take the gross medicine.”

He reached for Patton’s shoulder to coax him to turn around, but he only made it as far as getting a glimpse of the medicine measured out in a little cup before he pulled away again and hid his face, clinging to Roman’s pajama shirt with a miserable whine.

“Oh, Patton. Oh, sweetheart.” Roman hated that Virgil was right; he wanted to keep Patton wrapped up in his protective hold and glare at Virgil for daring to upset him. “I know, honey, but it will help you feel better, okay? You just drink that, and then you can go back to sleep as long as you want. And I’ll be here, and I can sing to you or tell you stories or whatever you want, and I’ll feel so much better, too, knowing you don’t feel so bad anymore. Will you take it for me?” He tilted Patton’s chin up just slightly so he could look him in the eyes. “Please?”

Patton whined again- just to make sure everyone knew he really didn’t want to- and slowly, reluctantly turned around. He took the medicine and downed it as quickly as possible, making a face. Virgil passed him the lukewarm Sprite he’d been sipping at since that morning so he could get the taste out of his mouth, then stood up.

“Thanks for humoring us,” he said to Patton, mouth quirked in a smile. “I’m gonna go stock up on the other kind, need me to bring anything else in here before I leave?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Roman pointed out. Patton tried to think for a moment and shook his head.

“See you in like an hour, then. You better take good care of him while I’m gone.” He made an “I’m watching you” gesture towards Roman.

He pulled an offended face. “Of course! I wouldn’t dream of doing anything less for my dearest love, the light of my life, my-”

“Okay, you sap, I get it, you love him,” Virgil interrupted, fearing he’d go on like that forever if nobody made him stop. He’d once let him keep talking just to see what would happen, and after a few minutes the terms of affection had gotten both bafflingly obscure and unbearably mushy. “I’m going.” He grabbed his wallet from his room, zipped up his coat and left for the store.

The door closed, and silence settled over the apartment, broken occasionally by Patton shifting to get more comfortable and/or closer to Roman. The latter wrapped the blankets more completely around the both of them and leaned back against the couch cushions, holding Patton against his chest. He could do with a nap himself right about now; he could feel his power flagging a bit from fatigue, thus the reason he could be under this many blankets without overheating… and Patton certainly seemed well on his way to unconsciousness. The room was quiet and dark (save for the glow of the Christmas lights winding all around the room), he was very tired after all that early-morning stress, and his superhero instincts would surely wake him should he be needed for any reason. With that thought, Roman placed one more soft kiss on Patton’s forehead and allowed his love’s even breathing to lull him to sleep as well.

#sanders sides #sanders sides holiday month #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #my post #my writing #there are a couple more of these prompts i wanna try to do #but probably not until next week

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feverhalo · 6 years

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Got one of the older prompts from @mypoorfaves from ages ago. We had a really fun night chatting about YOI and bunk beds and how cute it’d be for Yuuri and Phichit to have them when they were training together.

And of course it got whumpy.

I don’t know if I had more planned, but as it is I can’t figure out where to go from here, so its a bit open ended. I feel bad having sat on it for so long.

1,820 words, YOI, YuuriPhichit Friendship, but its a close cuddly friendship

No title, sadly. So its a tumblr specific treat until I think of a good one to post it on AO3 (so probably forever)

It had been a rough day. Training and classes were extra tough to struggle through for Yuuri, and during dinner that night Yuuri could barely keep his head off the table. He felt awful about being so rude, but the boneless exhaustion won out over his worries. Phichit sat beside him, keeping up with the enthusiastic conversation around them. It gave Yuuri the chance to zone out.

Yuuri pushed his food around on his plate, and Phichit startled him out of his trance with a hand on his back.

"Yuuri?" He was frowning, and Yuuri flushed with embarrassment. Was he asked something? Did he mumble something while he was zoned out? Had he fallen asleep? While he was stammering and trying to sort out what to say, Phichit spoke up again. "You're warm?"

"Aah? A-am I?" Yuuri pulled the collar of his shirt to fan himself. He didn't feel warm, or cool, he felt normal enough. He could feel his face burning now, Phichit was being too loud. "It's fine-"

"Phichit," Celestino had worked his way over to the two of them, standing behind them with a hand on each of their shoulders. The rest of the skaters and coaches who came for the dinner as well were all too caught up in their conversations to pay much mind; it looked like Celestino was just speaking with the two of them normally. "Leave him be. Yuuri, are you well? Maybe you should sleep."

"A-ah, yes okay," Yuuri stammered out. Yuuri felt as if his shirt must have been fluttering in time with his heartbeat and gripped his legs to steady his hands. Nobody was looking, but they could look. "Yes, I'll go to bed, ciao ciao."

"Rest Yuuri," Celestino clapped his shoulder as he stood, and Yuuri stumbled. His hands flew to his glasses to adjust, and readjust them as he shuffled out. Celestino turned himself back to the table and took Yuuri's empty seat. He sighed, "Phichit-"

"I don't mean to embarrass him-"

"I know, keep an eye on him for me, please." Phichit nodded and picked up his cutlery again to resume eating. Celestino gave his student a smile, letting his eyes wander to the rest of the table as the two rejoined conversation.

Yuuri tripped and stumbled his way down the hall to the stairs that lead to the floor he and Phichit shared a room on, and up to their shared bathroom before turning in for the night.

"Its probably nothing," Yuuri tried to reassure himself, "I am just... Doing that thing again. Its a passing comment, theres nothing actually wrong." He took a deep breath.

A second ticked by, then another, until Yuuri could let go of his glasses and stop adjusting them for long enough to open the mirrored door to their medicine cabinet. He swallowed, and reached up for the thermometer and its casing. Yuuri tugged on the device to try and pull it from the holding cradle, but the new plastic was stubborn. It gave with a pop, and several of the little probe covers scattered into the sink. Yuuri frowned, sticking his fingers into the back ends of the scattered plastic caps before tossing them- the sink wasn't sanitary enough to feel right putting those back.

Giving a shaky sigh, Yuuri capped the probe and brought the thermometer up and set his teeth as it tickled at the inside of his ear.

Beepbeepbeep! Beepbeepbeep! Beepbeepbeep!

"102?" Yuuri's shoulders sagged forward. He pressed the power button on the thermometer, silencing it. He clicked it on again, switched to his left ear, and set up for another reading.

The triple shrill beep sequence repeated, betraying him. 'Why couldn't it just beep once and be done'. His left ear read point-four degrees warmer. He stood string at the thermometer for another few moments before pulling off the sanitary cap and putting it to the side to use later when he'd need to check again.

Yuuri tugged his shirt over his head, skin prickling at the cool bathroom air hitting newly exposed flesh. He sighed, all to aware now of how there was a warm layer on his skin and a chill settling in. Yuuri pouted at the thermometer one last time before shoving it back in its place and shutting the cabinet. He yawned into the back of his hand before tossing his shirt into the hamper and leaving the small room.

Getting into the bed at this moment was more important than anything else, Yuuri stared longingly at Phichit's bunk- it was piled high with soft blankets he brought back from a recent trip home. But. it would be more awkward to explain. Yuuri hoisted himself, jeans and all, up the ladder and into his bed. Yuuri drifted off while reading texts from home and looking at the photos his mother sent of Vicchan.

Hours later, Phichit was shaken awake as the bed frame shuddered with Yuuri tossing and turning above him. He pulled himself up to look through the side rail, reaching through to poke Yuuri.

"Yuuri? Wake up, you're having a nightmare?" He mumbled incoherently. Yuuri launched himself up in bed, startling Phichit enough he stumbled and fell over backwards. Phichit crashed into the floor and heard the loud smack of Yuuri's forehead hitting the ceiling. The two of them yelped with the sharp pain of a sudden collision with a less than forgiving surface.

"Yuuri?" Phichit stood up, rubbing his leg where he had fallen on it. Yuuri was still doubled over holding his hands across his eyes and forehead. Phichit could see the stinging red mark across Yuuri's forehead from hitting the ceiling so hard. "I'll get some ice, wait here."

"Mhmm," Yuri groaned into his hands and brought his knees up to rest his head. He felt the warm flush of embarrassment get swallowed by the burning of his fever along with the tilting and spinning of the room around him. Phichit seemed to be back awfully quickly, and must have been half asleep himself still, his speaking sounded garbled and almost like nonsense to Yuuri.

"Yuuri? You are worrying me. I am going to get-"

"What are you doing? The whole house is shaking as if you are throwing a party," Celestino frowned taking in the scene. Yuuri was pressing his face to his knees and Phichit was hilding a pack of ice to his hip and had another gripped in his hand that was up against the top bunk's side rail. "Are you hurt?"

Yuuri felt a hand on his back, but what was said got lost in a low hum that was overwhelming his senses. Another hot flush broke over him and a sudden wave of debhilitating dizziness had him speaking- well hopefully speaking. Whatever was humming was drowing out everything.

"What is he wanting?" Phichit was still leaning in, and Celestino has to push him back to get better access.

"Breathe Yuuri," Celestino cursed the stupid beds. The boys were so adamant about getting it- neither ever having slept in one in their home countries. "What happened?"

"I don't want to be sick, I can't do it," Even though the feeling passed Yuuri was still processing what it meant. "I'm. My head hurts,"

"You hit the ceiling again," Phichit pointed out from where he stood. Yuuri blinked at him, face blank before crunching up in a wince and shaking his head gingerly.

"Come on now, I think it is time to get this ice to your forehead," Celestino was tugging at Yuuri's arm as carefully as he could. The heat pouring off Yuuri was astonishing. He was shades paler than dinner time too, and with that new goose egg of a lump forming, he was rather pitiable.

It took some time, but eventually Yuuri ended up sitting on Phichit's bed, curled up into the other man's side as his coach held the baggie of ice to his forehead. Phichit held one of his blankets around Yuuri's shoulders and kept his hand squeezing Yuuri's reassuringly when he would grip or slack in tune to the dizziness.

"I can't tell if it is just the fever, you two made quite a racket,' Celestino stood up and ran his hand through his hair, pulling more of it loose from his ponytail if anything. "Hospital time. And these beds are getting removed."

Yuuri's voice pitched an inteligible whine in response. The bunk beds were fun, he and Phichit had begged and begged it seemed. And it was well worth the bumps and bruises of trying to climb up and down and forgetting how close the ceiling was for all the fun they had with it. Leaning over the edge and chatting late into the night. The private theatre they made by pulling the bedding down from Yuuri's bed to cover the open sides and make a dark space. The way they could hang pictures from home and string lights through the rails to make it more comforting.

Phichit ran his hand up and down Yuuri's back and gave him that earnest smile that took up his whole face. He said something, but Yuuri completely missed the meaning of the sounds. He pressed the back of his hands to his eyes and tears burned his cheeks. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to feel so sick and awful, he didn't want his head to pound like this, or to be the reason for the bed to go away.

"Up boys, lets go." Celestino gave no room for argument and tugged the two of them to their feet. Phichit was up with a one handed-pull and a wince. He curled around his right hip and held the icepack tightly to it.

Yuuri was pulled more slowly. Celestino making sure he had a tight grip on Yuuri's forearms and lifting at a stable pace. The room tilted and swayed and Yuuri pitched forward and ended up blocking out the rebelling room with Celestino's pajama shirt. He felt a strong grip move around his shoulders and was pulled tight to his coach's side, head still buried.

It felt like he blinked and then there was someone shining bright lights into his eyes and he was shaking all over. Stripped from the blankets and the dorm room to a bare scratchy bed and his pajama pants and the god awful bright light. "We'll keep him overnight at the very least," The light left and Yuuri felt dizzy without it. He squinted around the room, shaking and feeling for his glasses. The bed sunk with new weight and Phichit was at his side. "Hes got a concussion, and thats quite a fever. Not a good combination."

Phichit pulled Yuuri's head to his shoulder and ran his fingers through Yuuri's hair. He was careful to avoid the bandaged bruise on Yuuri's forehead. Yuuri leaned into it, feeling the best he had in hours.

#yoi whump #yoi sickfic #yuuri whump #fevers #concussion #ish? ive never had a concussion and have no idea how much research i did at the time of writing anymore lol #phichit

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