Disclaimer: I do not own Full House, obviously, or any of the characters. This is just the work of a fan….like any other story on this website.

A/N: This is just a random story I put together. I always love stories where the tough-macho-guy gets sick and has to have someone take care of him, lol. It's cute, don't ya think? So this is just a simple jesse-torture fic, lol I'm so mean.

Plot: Jesse is sick. simple as that.

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Jesse woke at 2:30 in the morning with a terribly painful stomachache. His head was pounding, and his throat was bone-dry. Hey lay in bed for a few minuets, trying to go back to sleep, but the pain kept waking him up. His stomach was rolling, and he wondered how long he could take that feeling.

In just a moment, he found out. His throat started to swell shut, and he jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. Once inside, he bent over the sink, holding the edges with white knuckles. The room was spinning, taking too long to catch up with him. He just wanted to get it over with so he wouldn't have to feel that anymore. When his stomach finally caught up with him, he found himself wishing that his stomach would go easy on him.

Finally, when he felt capable of putting something in his mouth and not spewing again, he rinsed his mouth out with water and stumbled back into bed, his sweaty hair hanging in his eyes. He felt terrible, but somehow he managed to fall back to sleep for a few minuets.

Becky woke up to the sound of faint coughing. She looked at the clock. It was 6:00 a.m. She looked over at Jesse's side of the bed. He was gone. She looked across the room at the light coming from the closed bathroom door and got up. "Jess?"

The coughing stopped for a moment. "Go back to sleep, Becky."

Becky let herself into the bathroom and found Jesse over the sink, still coughing. "Oh, honey, if you're that sick you shouldn't be standing."

Jesse had stopped coughing. He rinsed out the sink and then his mouth, and collapsed onto the toilet seat.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm okay. Just some weird stomach-thing." Jesse gave her a weak smile.

"How long have you been up?"

"Since three-something."

"It's 6:00 now. You didn't get much sleep. How many times did you throw up?"

"I didn't count!"

"Well…more than once?"

"Yeah…more than once." He was starting to get queasy again just thinking about it.

"If you have to again, don't use the sink. You shouldn't be standing."

"Okay, okay…just let me be alone for awhile, alright?" he set his jaw. He defiantly did not want to be sick with his wife in the room.

"Okay…but if you're not out of there soon, I'm coming in!" she finally left.

Jesse decided that the toilet was probably better, like Becky said. And plus, he didn't think he had the strength to stand. He slid off of the toilet seat, the movement making his stomach lurch even more.

Becky could hear him coughing. She was starting to get worried. She decided to bring him some crackers, thinking that he needed to eat a little something to help settle his stomach.

When she had gotten the crackers, and a cup of her family's secret cure, she put them on the coffee table and saw that Jesse was still in the bathroom, but from what she could hear, he had finished. She let herself in and saw that he was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, breathing heavily. He looked terrible.

"Let's get you on the couch," Becky said, helping him up. She helped him walk into the room and to the couch, even though he said he could walk by himself. Once he had sat down, she sat down beside him.

Jesse sat up, using all of his strength not to let himself fall over. Becky fed him crackers, telling him that he needed to eat something. Only a few minuets after the crackers, she was shoving a steamy cup of something into his face. He screwed up his face. It was hard enough to eat the crackers.

"What's that?" Jesse asked, trying to keep his mind off of his rolling stomach.

"Drink it. It'll help you relax, and keep things down." She helped him take a sip.

Jesse's eyes shot open wide. Becky had said it held things down, but it tasted as if it wanted to bring anything and everything up. He pushed it away, afraid he might throw up again.

"What's wrong, honey?" Becky asked.

"That's ass-nasty!" Jesse complained, a weak smile forming on his lips.

"It's good for you!" Becky smiled and helped her husband drink more. He drank almost half of it before stopping to take a break. He was breathing heavy, trying not to get nauseated by the awful taste.

"You just sit here and rest. I'll be right back." Becky propped him up with pillows and went to tell the others that Jesse wasn't feeling well and needed some quiet. Naturally everyone wanted to come up and help, but Becky told them that it would probably be best if they all stayed away. She didn't want anyone to bother Jesse, and she certainly didn't want anyone else getting sick. When she came back to their room, Jesse looked very pale. His jaw was set. He was stiff.

"Becky-" he managed, before he doubled over. Becky quickly brought him a small wastebasket and held it for him. He threw up the crackers he'd eaten and whatever that was that Becky had forced into him, and then there was nothing left to do but dry-heave. He stayed there for several minuets, doubled over, coughing weakly. There was an ass-nasty taste in his mouth, and his diaphragm was on fire.

Finally Becky helped him get back onto the couch. He was still dry-coughing, holding the wastebasket under his mouth, even though nothing at all was coming up. Becky had never seen him like this. She rubbed his back softly, feeling how tense his muscles were.

He finally put the wastebasket on the floor and blew out hard. He looked over at Becky and smiled weakly. "That's gotta be the last of…everything."

"Honey, let's take your temperature." Becky went into the bathroom and returned with a thermometer. She popped it into Jesse's mouth and waited.

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! Bleeeeeeeeeep!

She pulled it out and looked at it. "Hmm, 103."

"Pff…that's not too bad." Jesse said, yawning.

"You should probably try to go to sleep."

"Yeah…I guess." He closed his eyes, trying to sleep. Suddenly they shot open again. "Where are the boys?"

"Honey, they are at Aunt Ida's remember?"

"Oh yeah…sorry." He let his eyes slip shut again. After a few minuets Becky figured he was asleep, so she got up and went back to the family.

DJ, Stephanie, Danny, and Joey were all there waiting. The only one missing was Comet. Danny was the first to ask. "How's Jesse doing?"

"He's pretty sick. He's been throwing up a lot."

"Jesse never gets sick!" Stephanie said.

"Well, he's pretty sick today. He can't keep anything down, and he can hardly stand."

"Are you sure he's not just hung over?" Stephanie asked.

"Stephanie!" Danny scolded.

"Sorry."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Joey asked.

"Just keep quiet and try not to disturb him, alright? He's sleeping right now." Becky turned around. "Actually…Joey? Can you go upstairs and watch out for him? I'm going to go try to find something that'll help him. Okay?"

"Sure, Becky, anything." Joey smiled. He was happy to be able to help.

Becky walked out the door, and Joey went to Jesse and Becky's room. Jesse was still asleep, propped up on the couch with pillows. Joey thought about taking a picture for blackmail, but decided it would be in bad taste.

He sat down on the couch next to Jesse, lying back and relaxing. Jesse didn't wake up for several more minuets. When he figured out where he was and who was next to him, he finally croaked, "Hey, Joey."

"Hey, Jess, how ya doing?" Joey said, turning so he could see his friend.

"Fine," Jesse lied. He felt awful. His whole body ached, his diaphragm was still sore, and his mouth felt like it was coated in blisters. He'd didn't think he'd ever felt this bad in his entire life.

"Becky's gone to the store. She's gonna bring something home for you." Joey smiled.

"Oh, yeah? What?"

"Probably some knockout pills." Joey laughed.

"Oh, great." Jesse laughed weakly, but it hurt his stomach, so he stopped. "Don't make me laugh, Joey."

"Sorry." Joey felt bad. He'd never seen Jesse like this. "So, umm…do you want to talk about something?"

"Joey, I think it would be best if I kept my mouth closed." Jesse tried to make his tone sound playful.

"You're that sick, huh?"

Why did he have to make me think about that? Jesse moaned. "Yeah, man. I'm that sick. Can we stop talking about me and my 'illness'? It's not that bad…just something I ate, probably." He rolled over a little. He was starting to feel queasy again, talking about all that.

"Okay, sorry." Joey gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Jesse sat in silence for a few minuets before saying, "You're gonna get sick too, if you stay around me."

"Becky gave me orders to watch you."

"Ugh, Becky. She acts like I have the plague."

They both sat in silence, Jesse burying his face in a pillow, and Joey staring at the wall. Eventually, Joey started talking again. He talked about cartoons, which did nothing good for Jesse's headache and already troubled stomach. When that didn't get Jesse talking, he said, "So, what do you think about the twins being at Ida's?"

This got Jesse's attention. "That hag's going to turn them into little momma's boys."

"Well, at least they're not here to bother you, right?"

"Yeah…they would probably kill my headache…and I don't want them catching whatever I've got."

"I thought it was something you ate."

"Joey? Shut up."

"Okay. Sorry. Again. But look…it's gonna kill me if I can't talk. So can I please talk?"

"Okay. But don't talk about the boys, Becky, Ida, or me being sick. It all makes me want to-" Jesse thought that if he finished his sentence, he might throw up right then and there. His stomach was acting up again, and he wondered if he would make it until Becky got home.

"Okay, I'll talk about my cartoons! I was drawing yesterday, and I really think I came up with something good. It's called-"

The feeling in his stomach and throat was too much for Jesse to take. He burped acid and tried not to spew right there. He moaned. "Um, that's great, Joey, but I have to go."

"Go where?" Joey said, looking a bit angry that Jesse cut him off.

"I have to—I have to go to the bathroom."

"Can I finish talking first?"

"I ca- I can't wait that long…" Jesse was already starting to gag on his own words. Doesn't he get it? He thought miserably.

"Okay, fine. But hurry up."

Jesse got up, made sure he could stand strait, and rushed for the bathroom. His hands slipped on the doorknob, his vision multiplying and blurring. It seemed like he would never get inside. As soon as he got in the door and had it shut, he fell to his knees in front of the toilet, hoping that didn't make a loud bang, and let his stomach take over. He didn't have anything to throw up. Nothing came up but strings of spit, but his stomach wouldn't stop heaving. When eventually he did get something up, it was like ejecting a gallon of hot water. It burned his throat, squeezing tears out of his eyes. He heaved violently for several minuets.

When the heaving gave way, he leaned back against the wall and took deep breaths. His mouth tasted acidy. He got to his feet a little too quickly, causing the room to spin. He put out a hand against the wall and balanced himself. Using water from the sink, he rinsed his mouth out best he could and flushed the toilet, trying not to look at it. He stayed there in the bathroom in front of the sink, feeling unsure that his stomach was finished. Eventually he figured that he was safe, so he walked back to the couch. Becky was there, and Joey had left.

"Again?" she asked, a sympathetic smile coming to her lips.

"I think my internal organs are going to start coming up." He said weakly, collapsing on the couch. "I feel terrible, Becky."

"Take some of this," Becky said, handing him some pills. He swallowed them without even asking what it was. Anything to escape that horrible feeling.

"You should be able to sleep...get some rest, maybe you'll feel better after sleeping for a little while." Becky helped Jesse get back into bed.

"I'll do anything." Jesse said pathetically.

"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." Becky sat down on the bed next to her husband, running her fingers through his hair, calming him into the arms of sleep. Eventually, she felt his body relax. His breathing slowed and deepened. She smiled. He was finally asleep.

A/N: Okay, sorry i've gotta go! There will be more soon, I promise! Aww poor Jesse, lol. Even i feel sorry for him. gives Jesse a hug gimme comments, people!