Logan's pov
I woke up feeling incredibly nauseous and as if someone were stabbing my stomach. I groaned and got out of bed, pulling on my clothes, slouching slightly. I walked downstairs and made a coffee and some toast. I bit into the toast on the way up the stairs but didn't notice the need to vomit until I swallowed. I put the plate and mug down and rushed into my bathroom. I hunched over the toilet and felt the bile rise in my throat. I vomited, coughing up everything that had previously been in my stomach. I groaned before the sensation hit me again and I choked up even more atrocious fluids. Virgil walked into my bedroom, I must've left the door open. Another wave poured from my mouth and Virgil nearly smashed the door off its hinges in paranoia over what might've happened to me. I turned, wiping the remnants of the signs of my illness from my face. He rushed to my side and dropped next to me. I bowed over the toilet again and gagged, having finished emptying my stomach before Virgil left a handle-shaped dent in my bathroom wall. I groaned, my head was spinning and my vision blurred at the edges, even with my glasses on. I tried to stand but I fell, collapsing into Virgil's arms. He checked my temperature. I groaned as he let me cuddle into him.
"Logan! You're burning up! You need to rest!"
"I'm freezing, I'd know if I were hot."
"No, you're clearly running a fever. You're going to bed and you're taking a day off."
"I can't. I'm up to date on my work and I can't afford to fall behind."
"Just yesterday you were saying how you'd gotten next Monday's work done!"
"I have, now I need to do next Tuesday's"
"No, I'm putting you on bed rest and I'm confiscating all of your work and equipment. I'm not letting you torture yourself!"
"You sound like me when I want to work, for example, right now!"
"No, and that's final!" I sighed and resigned myself to whatever Virgil was about to force me to do, or not to do. He picked me up gently, it was quite soothing, and put me on top of my duvet. I went to climb under it but he stopped me
"That would only make your fever worse, you need to cool off"
I wanted to hide under the covers until I passed out. Virgil kissed my forehead before he left and I laid my head on the pillow and gave into the feelings of pain that racked most spots in my abdomen and in my torso. My eyes slipped shut and I bit back sobs of agony. I heard my door open again and Virgil was back to look after me. He put a glass of water on my bedside table as well as some ibuprofen and a cooler box with ice packs in it. I sighed and sat up. He put the pills in my hand and picked up the water, ready to give it to me. I shook my head and swallowed the pills dry. I didn't want to risk vomiting them back up. He grimaced
"How do you even do that?"
"I just learn to deal with it, it's not that difficult" I murmured. He pulled a thin blanket out and laid down next to me. I melted into him and he sighed. He pulled out a few ice packs and put them between us
"It's not that I don't want to cuddle I just don't want you getting worse. As long as you don't eat too much you shouldn't vomit anymore." I smiled. The chill of the packs was soothing, like Virgil's arms on my sides. I turned to face him and buried my head in his chest, if my face weren't flushed from my illness I would be blushing. I felt him wrap one arm around me, he must've been scrolling through Tumblr because he laughed from time to time and had a huge smile on his face the rest of the time. I took the opportunity and kissed his jaw. I wanted to kiss him on the lips but then he might get sick. He kissed the top of my head and watched as I fell asleep in his arms.

and then Virge got sick, jk he was fine. I wrote this because I was feeling sick and wanted to project onto someone a bit. I'm dying ugghhhhhhh. Oh well, it's not like it matters, I'll survive, I hope. Y'all don't care so I'll stop complaining.
Also, HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH!! About 500 views? What did I do to deserve this? Thank you so much!

~Jay