Hi! Sorry, this one's late too! I'll tell you it's much better than the first draft I came up with! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: sickness, vomiting
It's mostly fluff but let me know if I need to tag anything else!
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Fever
Virgil stared blearily down at the thermometer, slowly blinking at the number currently flashing at him. 101.9ºF. That wasn't too bad, right? He could deal with this. It wasn't any different than the million other fevers he got when he got sick.
Virgil gripped the rim of his bathroom sink, fighting back nausea and the urge to curl up on the floor and die. With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself to his feet. He swayed for a second, shutting his eyes tightly and waited for the moment to pass. Once he was sure he wasn't going to topple back over, he moved to his bed, curling under his many heavy blankets.
He was so cold! Why the hell was he so cold with a temperature of 101ºF?
He covered his face with an arm, the lights in his room too bright for his sensitive eyes but he was too tired to actually get up and turn them off. Another moment of nausea passed and Virgil thought he might actually fall asleep when his door slammed open and Roman cried a loud greeting.
Virgil groaned and tried to bury himself further in the blankets without irritating his stomach.
"Virgil! I need you to look at this idea!" Roman stated as he paced back and forth in front of Virgil's bed. "Logan said you need to look over it before I do anything but I think you'll like it and-"
Virgil stopped paying attention when his stomach lurched violently and Roman seemed to notice something was wrong. Virgil sprung from his bed and shot into the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time to empty his stomach.
Roman had followed him worriedly, kneeling down beside the Anxious side who was still retching into the toilet. When Virgil finally pulls back, Roman helps guide him into his bed and tucks him in, placing a cool hand on Virgil's forehead.
"You're really hot!" Roman exclaimed loudly, making Virgil wince.
"Aww, you think I'm hot," Virgil mumbled without opening his eyes and Roman sighed dramatically.
"I can't believe you." Roman huffed and left to get him some medicine.
The room went silent and Virgil let himself fall into a dazed, half sleep until something cool and soothing on his forehead made him open his eyes in surprise.
"Hmm?" He recognized Patton leaning over him with a wet cloth and let himself relax into his cool touch.
"Heya kiddo. Roman says you're not feeling too well. Wanna sit up for a sec and drink this?" Patton asks and even though Virgil absolutely does not want to sit up, Patton coaxes him into an upright position. Virgil takes the little cup and downs it sleepily, making a face at the gross taste and Patton chuckled quietly.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" Virgil mumbles and Patton nods, helping him lay back down.
"Get some rest kiddo, I'll be back in a bit to check up on you," Patton says as he tucks the anxious side in, turning off the light and heading for the door.
"Thanks, Dad." Virgil sighs and Patton smiles to himself, shutting Virgil's door and moving to the living room where he joined Roman in watching TV.