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Genuinely made me a lil emotional. Leo was everything I strive to be 😭❤️

can you write a fic where jon thinks that he screwed up an important test and gets super anxious so much so that on results day he’s puking and refusing to eat until he gets the results only to realize that he did amazing? and caretaker leo

Leo was really cozy, his head buried in the pillows. He could vaguely feel JD purring against his stomach, her little body pressed up against his and moving with her breathing as she slept. The room was cold, but he was warm and he didn't want to get up at all.

Vaguely he wondered why he had even woken up, hand reaching out blindly for Jonah's shoulder... And met nothing. Leo frowned in his sleep, before a noise caused him to open his eyes in alarm.

Jonah throwing up.

Leo raised his head, "Jon?" he called, slightly alarmed. His boyfriend wasn't in bed, but the bathroom door was open, hence the loud noise. Still sleep drunk, Leo stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom.

Jonah was standing in front of the toilet, one hand planted to the wall before him, half bent at the waist as he spat the sour taste in his mouth. Leo frowned, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering him, Jon swallowed convulsively, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to keep from throwing up again. Leo yawned, holding a fist in front of his mouth and sleepily trying to make sense of the situation.

This clearly wasn't vertigo, so his brain was struggling to find it in it to worry.

"Did you eat something off?" Leo asked, his voice still raspy, walking further in and grabbing the glass they left on top of the sink to wash their mouths, filling it up with water.

Jonah's shoulders were trembling, but there was no heat radiating from him. Quite the opposite, he was cold to the touch. Only then did Leo realize his boyfriend was shirtless.

"Why in tarnation are you shirtless, Jon?"

Jonah let out a chuckle, that quickly turned into a whimper as he pressed his eyes to the inner part of his arm that was resting on the wall, "it was suffocating me."

"What's wrong, baby?" Leo was slightly more awake now, "are you done here? Can you come back to bed?"

"Which question you want me to answer?" Jonah scoffed, flushing the toilet and pulling back. He still looked dangerously grey, sweat collection on top of his lip as he leaned over the sink to wash his mouth.

"Uhm, you're fine," Leo concluded with a yawn, planting a hand in the middle of his back and rubbing up and down, "let's go back to bed, I'll rub your tummy. You can snuggle with JD."

"Told you..." Jonah let out a little soft burp and cringed, closing his eyes, "t'stop... letting her on the bed."

"Shhh, don't even think about it," Leo grinned, rolling his eyes and pressing his thumb and index to the back of Jonah's neck, rubbing gentle circles there, "poor baby."

"Shut the fuck up," Jonah groaned, without any heat to his voice, sounding almost a little embarrassed. His tentative smile slipped out as he mumbled a soft, "oh no," and lurched back to the toilet, this time dropping to his knees as he heaved.

Leo felt a little more awake now, as he crouched down next to his boyfriend and rubbed his back, coaxing him to breathe. Nothing came up but a few specks of spit and some burps, but Jonah was still panting as his stomach calmed down.

"Jon?" Leo brushed his curls back from his forehead, pressing his hand to it, "baby, talk with me? You're freaking me out here."

Jonah let out a groan, pulling back from the toilet and forcing himself back up again, this time swaying a little, enough that Leo grabbed his bicep to steady him.

"Jon-"

"I'm okay," he interrupted, leaning over the sink and swishing water around in his mouth, before spitting it out again, "my stomach's just a mess, I'm fine, I swear."

"Listen to yourself," Leo rolled his eyes, tugging at his arm, "come to bed, it's freezing here. What's wrong with your stomach?"

"It's just nerves," Jon allowed Leo to push him sitting on the bed and hunched over, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Unlike when he ate something off, there was no puffiness whatsoever.

Leo frowned, turning around to grab Jon something else to wear and settling for a thick creamy cardigan, it buttoned up and had a v-neck that wouldn't suffocate him, "here, put this on before you catch your death."

"That's not how contagion works at all," Jonah mumbled, but put the cardigan on, before shuddering with the cold, "I'm fine, stop looking at me like that."

"Like you just threw up your guts?"

"It was nowhere near that much."

Leo wrinkled his nose, crawling on the bed and falling on his side. He opened a pleased smile as JD immediately moved closer to him, so she could curl up near his neck.

"Lie down," Leo said, grabbing the back of Jonah's cardigan, "c'mon, lie down."

Jon groaned, slipping under the blankets and rolling closer, so he could press the top of his head to Leo's shoulder meeting the mattress, starting to gently pet JD and causing her eyes to close into little lines.

"She's purring like crazy," Leo smiled, turning his head so he could press his lips to Jon's temple, "what are you thinking about that's so horrible it made you sick?"

"The residency roll out is going to be today," Jonah mumbled, clearly not wanting to even think about it, "so I'll know if I got into cardiology or not..." his voice drifted off and Leo let out a huff.

"And you're worried? Baby, you're the best of your class," he rolled his eyes, squeezing Jonah a little tighter, "you could've gotten in any residency, Jon."

"I don't know, I think I kinda fucked the interview," Jonah rolled away, flat on his back and grabbed JD, pulling her to snuggle on top of him. The cat let out an indignant meow, slapping his chin lightly with her paw and then moving so she could curl up near his armpit, huffing.

"Fucked the interview?"

"I'm not the most likeable person," Jonah said and although he was trying to be nonchalant about it, he sounded quite bothered. Leo frowned, moving closer so he could cup Jon's face.

"You're not nearly as mean as you wanna think you are," he said, glaring at his boyfriend, "all you have is a chronic case of resting bitch face, you're one of the most caring people I know and you're a brilliant doctor. They'll take you in, Jon."

Jonah's brows dipped and he shrugged, looking scarily close to tears before he nodded and turned his head slightly, hiding it on the pillow "can we just cuddle?" he asked in a small voice and Leo promptly wrapped his arms and legs around him, like an octopus.

"Absolutely," Leo smiled, squeezing him and Jon let out a little groan at being squished like that, squirming so they could hug properly.

It was still really early on Saturday morning and Leo found himself starting to float in and out of conscience, still stroking Jon's back, occasionally letting his hand stop near where JD was purring in her sleep.

He felt Jonah slump into his arms, starting to relax, but then Leo' stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly. They were pressed together, so there was no pretending Jon didn't hear it.

"You should go eat," he said, pulling back and Leo squeezed his shoulders, keeping him put.

"I'm fine, really," he said, stopping Jon from breaking apart in the hug. Jonah let out a soft chuckle, removing Leo's arms from around him.

"Go eat."

"Urgh," Leo groaned, sitting up and rubbing his own stomach. It was hollow, completely empty, "fine. What do you want from the kitchen?"

"Nothing," Jonah shook his head, gulping down, "I'm good."

"You're still nauseous?" Leo frowned, reaching for him and cupping Jon's cheeks, "baby, you have to eat something, you already got sick, you'll just make the nausea worse if you don't."

Jonah grimaced, sitting up on the bed and nodding. Instead of answering Leo, he got up and silently followed him to the kitchen, JD following him closely, playing the hem of his pants.

Leo walked straight to the fridge. He hadn't realized he was hungry, but now that he was aware of it, it felt like he was starving. He pulled out a cartoon of eggs, some cheese, milk and butter, before looking over his shoulder.

"Grab me a bowl, would you?" he asked, eyeing Jonah up and down.

It was so wild that Jon was stressing this much about getting in, when it was pretty much a given that he would. Leo had already bought his gift, a beautiful thick white coat with Dr. Jonah Banks, MD embroidered to the right side of his chest, with space under for his specialty and his initials embroidered on the cuffs.

"Here," Jonah passed him a small bowl and then leaned against the kitchen sink as Leo cracked the eggs and started beating the ingredients together, "what if I don't get in?"

Leo frowned, the thought hadn't ever occurred to him. In his mind Jonah was already matched and working. He continued whisking the eggs as he turned to look at Jon, "then you apply next year again, babe and you can keep working at the hospital even if you don't get a residency."

"If I'm hired," Jonah said forlornly, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "which I wouldn't be, because who's gonna want a denied resident."

"You're not even graduated yet and you already have people who specifically ask for you at the ER," Leo rolled his eyes, "they'd be silly not to hire you and if they don't, there's other places you can work at. A million clinics."

"I need to have a residency for those," Jonah grumbled and Leo cringed at him finding every viable obstacle to justify his panic.

"Not for all of them. Besides, this is not a conversation we should even be having, because you'll get in. I already know it," he poured the omelet mixture in the frying pan and then moved closer to Jonah, grabbing the front of his cardigan, "take a deep breath, Jon."

Jonah obeyed, ducking his head so Leo couldn't see his eyes and then blonde let out a sigh, leaning in and pressing a haphazard kiss to Jonah's brow, "I believe in you."

"I think I'm gonna throw up again," Jonah answered instead of acknowledging Leo's words, wrapping both arms around his stomach, "I really don't feel well."

"Go sit down by the couch, I'll bring you some tea and your vertigo cookies. They should be bland enough," Leo eyed the frying pan, one hand going up Jon's back without any thought behind it.

Jonah nodded, quietly, moving away and JD let out a meow, confused as of why everyone was in the kitchen and not filling up her bowl.

"Here, you spoiled cat. Breakfast for you too," Leo scoffed, crouching down to fill her bowl up and pressing a kiss between her ears. He folded the omelet, leaving it to finish cooking and put the kettle on, sorting through the box where Jonah kept all his tea packets.

Leo couldn't remember the last time he had drunk tea, but Jonah, in true English fashion, had it almost every day, when he was not chugging coffee. Lately he was drinking more coffee than tea.

He found the peppermint one and then tilted his body back, so he could look at Jon in the living room. He was curled up on his side on the couch, as if watching television, except the TV was turned off. Leo sighed, it broke his heart to see him so unbelieving on himself, it wasn't like Jonah at all.

"Here, angel," Leo said a couple minutes later, handing Jonah a mug filled with tea and some biscuits, while sitting down holding his own plate. Jonah curled up further so Leo could sit right next to him and took a gulp of the tea, eyeing the omelet with disgust.

"Thanks," he said, nibbling at the biscuits with grimace, "my father will be insufferable if I don't get in the residency."

Leo's eyebrows shot up. He could count in one hand the amount of times in the almost two years they had been together, that Jon had mentioned his father. And it had never been like this, never like his dad actually held any impact in Jonah's life, his words were always amused or simply uninterested.

"Your dad?"

"He was first of his class. Honors graduate from Harvard University," Jonah curled up even more, taking another sip of his tea, "of course he got in his residency first thing, too."

Leo's curiosity was piqued, but he tried not to press for details no matter how much he wanted to. Jon wasn't looking so well and he was worried asking a bunch of questions wouldn't help.

"Uhm... Is he coming next week? For graduation?"

Jonah nodded quietly, then planted a hand in the middle of his chest, massaging it as if a burp was stuck, "Jackie posted all over her Instagram that she's coming, so of course he's coming too."

"Of course," Leo agreed, as if he was in the gossip, "you said they don't like each other."

"That's a way of saying it," Jonah grimaced, then muffled a little sick burp against his fist, "at least Jackie seems genuinely excited about me graduating, Jasper is just..." he made a face, then swallowed thickly.

"Jon-"

"And if I don't get in the residency, then he's going to blow a casket and I normally don't care what he thinks, but it's just- I'm a better doctor than he is. I give a shit. I'm a better person than he is, it's not fucking fair-"

"Babe, calm do-"

"And he's going to make a huge fuss with Jackie too and knowing mom she'll throw the biggest tantrum, which will ruin graduation... That's assuming they'll even show up if I don't get-" he interrupted himself with a sharp gag and Leo, who had already put away his plate in prediction of this, jumped to help.

The next gag morphed into a burp halfway through and regurgitated tea splashed all over Jonah's hands, his half filled mug... He heaved again and more vomit covered his lap.

Leo let out a whine, carefully taking the disgusting mug from him and the ruined cookies that were covered in vomit and trying his best not to gag in disgust. He dumped it all in the sink, before rushing back to the living room.

Jon had wrapped an arm around his belly, his pants had soaked the tea vomit through, so now there was just a big wet spot and a stain at the bottom of his cardigan.

"Aw Jon..." Leo sighed, crouching next to him and using the dishcloth to wipe at his chin and hands, "you're okay, I got you..."

Jon shook his head, his throat working nervously, "still think I'm gonna puke..."

"Okay, okay, can you stand?" Leo wrapped a hand around his arm and Jonah allowed him to pull himself up. Leo meant to take him back to the suite, but Jonah stumbled in the guest bathroom since it was closer, falling down to his knees and pushing the lid open just in time to cough up the rest of the tea.

"Maybe tea was a bad idea..." Leo whispered, lowering himself too and rubbing Jon's back, "it's okay, get it up, then we can go back to bed..."

Jonah heaved again, but his stomach was empty. He let out a whine and Leo wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him closer, "shhh, baby, I got you."

He heard a hiccup, which quickly morphed into a sob and Jon pressed against him, hiding his face on Leo's arm as he tried valiantly not to cry.

"Hey..." Leo hugged him closer, "Jon, you can cry if you want to, it's okay..."

"I'm not gonna cry," Jonah scoffed, although his voice was choked up and Leo let out a huff.

"I cry in front of you all the time," he squeezed the other man, "it's okay, baby..."

A little sniffle answered him, but other than that, just Jonah's difficult breathing as he tried to work through the nausea and nervousness. Across the house Leo heard his phone going off and he stiffened up, so did Jon.

"I gotta pick up..." he said, his voice all hoarse and Leo rolled his eyes.

"No, you don't-"

"I do, what if it's the University?" Jonah rested an elbow on the toilet, spitting inside of it and looking even more pale.

"I'll get your phone, stay here," Leo said, springing up. It was not the university.

Wendy's name was displayed across the front, so Leo picked it up without thinking.

"Wendy, now's not a good time-"

"JON!?" Wendy sounded breathless as she yelled in the phone and Leo cringed, pulling back from the device.

"No, it's Leo. Jonah's not-"

"LEO!" Wendy squealed again, "WHERE'S JON! HE GOT IN! HE GOT IN!!"

Leo's heart plummeted down and he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his voice low, "how do you know that...?"

Wendy was giggling, her excitement was contagious, "I came to the University to get my results and I met with Dr. Stewarts in the hallway and he's the supervisor for cardiology and he asked if Jonah had seen his email, because he got in!! HE GOT IN!!"

"Oh shit, I- I'll call you back, Wendy. I'll have Jon call you," Leo said, his heart starting to hammer away as excitement washed over him too, "bye, thank you, love you-bye," he mumbled the words, hanging up without hearing her answer and then skipped back to the bathroom.

While he was away, Jonah had somehow managed to curl up in an even smaller ball near the toilet and he barely glanced up as he heard Leo enter the bathroom again.

"I didn't get it, right?" he said in a little voice and Leo nearly screamed as he dived down to pull Jonah into a hug.

"YOU GOT IN!" He exclaimed, nearly deafening his boyfriend and pulled back, pressing a kiss over his lips, puke breath be damned. Jonah was still confused, as he pulled back.

"Leo?"

"YOU GOT IN! Wendy just called, Stewarts told her! You got in, Jonah!" Leo rattled him like a toy and Jonah let out a squeak, finally realizing what he was saying.

"I got in!?"

"YES!" Leo shook him again, "you did, of course you did! I knew you would!"

He did not expect Jonah to burst into tears. Leo froze, alarmed, as Jonah's frown cleared up and big fat tears sprung up.

"Oh baby, c'mere-" Leo wrapped his arms around him and Jonah hugged him back immediately, continuing to cry, "shhh- I know, it's a lot..." he smiled, squeezing Jon against him.

Jonah tried to say something, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish and he settled for simply returning the hug, as Leo rocked them and kissed the side of his head over and over.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered, squeezing Jonah until the other man let out a choked up chuckle and said he couldn't breathe.

#amazing as always #emetophilia #sickfic #nervous sickness #jonah banks #caretaking #emeto #nausea

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