WDW Sickics/Oneshots

Stomach Flu // Jack

Request for april-xoxo

General POV

Taking pictures with fans, getting all kinds of gifts, and meeting tons of supporters, are all things that happen at meet and greets.

But so many people there, means germs, and sickness.

And in this case, Jack experienced both things.

"Can I get a picture with all of you, and then just Jack?", a young girl asks.

"Sure", Jonah replies, giving Jack a smile.

The girls mother takes a picture of all the boys and the little girl, then Jack picks her up for the picture with him alone.

"What's your name?", he asks.

"Ainsley", the little girl replies.

"Well Ainsley, how old are you?", Jack asks.

"I'm five and a half", she answers with a toothy smile.

"Really? Wow, you are such a big girl", Jack says with a smile.

The girls mother snaps a picture with the two of them, then Jack gently sets her down.

"Tha-", the girl takes a deep breath, shuts her eyes, and sneezes.

Right in Jack's face.

Jack nervously laughs, not wanting to upset the young fan.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to", she tells him, on the verge of tears.

Corbyn hands Jack a paper towel, which he wipes his face with.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just an accident", Jack reassures her.

"So sorry, and thank you so much", the girls mother says before scooping her away.

"Well that was a first", Jonah says with a chuckle.

Jack laughed, but quickly rubbed sanitizer on his face.

The thought of germs all over his face made him feel sick.

But Jack rushes back to normal like nothing happened.

And really, what happened wasn't that bad.

At least then it wasn't.

Later that night...

Jack shoots awake, his body aggressively sweating and trembling.

He looks down at his shaking hands, realizing how his stomach uncomfortably churned.

Jack wipes his forehead, and looks over at his phone.

2:11 am.

He rubs his eyes, and groans, wishing he wasn't up so early.

It's then, that Jack has the realization of the pounding feeling in his skull.

And the watery feeling in his mouth.

Jack tries to assess what happening, but it happens too fast.

Not only does he throw up twice, but he does it on his bed sheets.

Jack's body trembles and sweats profusely, as he slowly gets out of his bed, and strips his sheets.

He sits down on his bare mattress, trying to calm his body, then walks out of his bedroom, lightly shutting his door.

With his soiled sheets in hand, Jack quietly goes to the washroom downstairs.

The stairs creek with each step, and he just hopes he won't wake anyone up.