sickness (plural sicknesses)
1. Quality or stage of being sick or diseased; illness; disease or malady.
2. Qualmishness; as, sickness of stomach.
~DAY 1~
The next morning, Ivan woke up earlier than Gilbert. He remained silent, enjoying the warmth and cuddling with the sleeping albino. He smiled and kissed that handsome face he loved. The Russian really liked moments like this, even though they were scarce, for the German almost always woke up before him.
Ivan sighed contently and buried his face in Gilbert's chest, still feeling a bit sleepy, seriously thinking of sleeping again, so he closed his eyes and tried doing so. Some minutes later he was "awakened" by a weird feeling inside his tummy. Nausea. He got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. What a lovely way to begin the day.
Fifteen minutes later or so, Gilbert woke up. He noticed Vanya wasn't in bed, so he got up to look for him. He found the Russian leaned over he toilet, throwing up and with the paleness of someone who has spewed their intestines. He stood in the doorframe, looking worriedly at Vanya. He approached the Russian slowly and stood behind him, pulling his hair back so it didn't get dirty.
-Liebe, what's wrong? - He asked really worried for him. Vanya stood up and flushed the toilet. He tried walking, only to lose balance and almost fall down. He would've hurt himself if it wasn't for Gilbert who held him before that happened.
-Vanya! What's wrong mein Liebe? - Gilbert asked as he held Vanya tightly.
-I don't feel good, da. My tummy feels weird. - Vanya replied, sobbing softly. Gilbert rubbed his back slightly.
-Come on sweetheart. You better lie down. - Gilbert said as he carried Vanya towards the bedroom. He left him on the bed and sat down beside him, looking worriedly at Russian. -Maybe you ate something bad? - He asked, caressing Vanya's cheek. Vanya shook his head no, Gilbert puffed his cheeks and sighed, moving his hand lower to carress Ivan's thigh. -Stay here, liebe. I'll go make you some chamomile tea. It's good for tummy aches.- Gilbert said soflty, kissed Vanya's cheek tenderly and left the room.
Vanya sighed, and lied down and rested his hands on his tummy, feeling the nausea coming again. He puffed his cheeks pouting. He hated tummy aches.
A bit later Gilbert returned with the tea. He gave it to Vanya, who drank it more than eagerly, though burning his tongue from time to time for the tea was hot. Gilbert chuckled every time he did.
-I told you it was hot, baby. - He said, smirking. Ivan pouted.
After drinking all the tea, Vanya lied down and rested his hands on his tummy again.
-Better, honey? - Gilbert asked as he lied down beside him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
-Da. I guess so. - Ivan replied, smiling weakly. Just after saying so, the nausea returned. He got up really fast and ran to the bathroom again. Gilbert looked at him with a "WTF" expression on his face. He got up and went after him.
"It's going to be a LONG day. VERY long." He thought.
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