Vancat/Tyvan One Shots✔

Sick (Part 1)

Tyler's POV

Cough.

Another cough.

A sneeze.

I groan as I rub my forehead, another headache starting to form in my head. I've been sick for three days now.

I haven't been active much on my social media, though I did explain the situation, getting people supporting me and telling me to rest, and to "get well soon".

I coughed again, only to have another few coughs follow. I've been feeling like shit and I felt no sign of recovering from this sickness any time soon.

I've been coughing, sneezing, had headaches and a fever. Also, at some moments, I couldn't fall asleep but I was tired, and sometimes I couldn't stay awake even if I wanted to.

My phone, which was on the nightstand next to my bed, buzzed, and I decided that whatever it was, it was probably not worth checking.

Either a notification or a phone call, it didn't really matter. It kept buzzing for a while, so I concluded it was someone calling me.

I turned away to face the wall rather than my obnoxious sounding phone.

Now that I was sick with a fever and a pounding headache, every little sound annoyed me ten times more than before.

I waited for the buzzing to stop, for the person who was calling to realize I wasn't going to answer.

After a few minutes, I guess God granted my wish, since my phone turned silent and the sound stopped.

I sighed and shifted back into a more comfortable position, preparing to go back to sleep, since I didn't or couldn't do anything else.

My eyes closed automatically and I slowly started to doze off. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I groaned once again and turned to face my nightstand instead, trying to relax.

As I did so, I heard strange sounds coming from downstairs. Due to the pounding in my head, I couldn't really identify the sound.

Though, as the strange sounds started getting closer and heading upstairs, I pinpointed them to the sounds of footsteps.

Weird.

Was someone in my house?

And why? And how?

Before I could even try to come up with an answer to one of those questions, the door to my bedroom swung open and I saw Evan standing in the doorway.

"Why aren't you answering your phone?" -He asked.

"He sounds out of breath, did he run to my house?"

I chuckled at that thought and he frowned.

"That's not funny. I'm really worried about you." -He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.

"I know, I was laughing at something else. Also, you knew I'm sick. Of course I wouldn't bother picking up, that takes effort." -I said in a joking voice, and rolled my eyes, making him snort.

"You sound awful. And you look really pale." -He said in a worried tone.

He walked over to me and placed his hand on my forehead, which I gently pushed away.

"You do know a cold is contagious, right? You can get sick, idiot." -I pointed out.

"I know, and my immune system is stronger than yours, dumbass." -He reminded.

"Plus, even is it wasn't, I would still come take care of you."

"Pff, why would I need you taking care of me?" -I said, sounding snarky.

"Because you clearly weren't taking good care of yourself. If you were, than you would look at least somewhat not sick." -He retorted.

"Touché." -I replied.

He laughed and started walking out of my room.

"Where are you going?" -I asked.

I let out two more painful coughs, causing him to frown.

"I'm going to make you soup. Also, I'm gonna get you some meds, assuming you didn't take any."

"I didn't, cause I was expecting this cold to pass after a day. Like it always did." -I said, sighing afterwards.

He face palmed and shook his head in disapproval.

"You should've figured out it wouldn't go away on day two, idiot."

With that, he exited the room and shut the door. I chuckled and checked my phone.

3 missed calls

2 from earlier this morning and one fifteen minutes ago. All from Evan. He sure is persistent.

I dropped my phone back onto the nightstand and got more comfortable on the bed, feeling extremely tired.

I sighed again and closed my eyes, falling asleep soon after.

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"Wake up."
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.
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"Wake up."

"Five more minutes..."

"Wake up or I'll pour a bucket of water on your face." -Evan said and chuckled.

I involuntarily opened my eyes and was met with Evan's face and his laughing face.

"What?"

"You snore when you sleep." -He said.

"Whatever." -I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why did you wake me up?" -I protested.

"Take this." -He said.

In one hand he held a white pill, and in the other one he held a glass of water.

I sat up and took the pill, swallowing it and drinking the water quickly, handing him back the glass after I drank it.

"I also made soup. Though, I didn't know if you want me to bring it here or will you eat downstairs?" -He asked unsurely.

"I can eat downstairs. I'm sick, not stuck with a broken leg." -I answered, pretending to be offended, making him chuckle.

I got out of bed and immediately regretted it. By the way I quickly got up, my headache increased severely and I grunted.

"You okay? The meds didn't kick in yet, so try not to push yourself too much." -He said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Or at least, I will be." -I joked, though he didn't laugh and had a concerned expression.

We went downstairs and to the kitchen, where the smell of chicken soup was coming from. I sat down at the table and began eating.

Evan was sitting across from me, eating a sandwich. We sat and ate in silence, the comfortable type of silence.

After I was done eating, I got up to wash the plate but Evan snatched my plate from in front of me and brought it to the sink, including his own.

"You don't think I'm gonna let you do more than rest, do you?" -He asked, washing the dishes.

"Guess not." -I said and sighed, trudging towards the living room.

~~To Be Continued~~