My first ever sicfic tell me what you think!
Roman isn't usually like this. Which concerned me the most. He is usually that happy go lucky kind of guy that can put a smile on anybody's face, especially mine. He is the best man I have ever met and I can't believe we have been officially married for an entire week already and it has been nothing short of amazing. However, today when we woke up he didn't give me the usual kiss on the forehead, the hug, or even the morning "I love you". He got up and simply walked to the kitchen with not even something as little as a glance.
I followed Roman into the kitchen. His short blonde hair seemed to be sticking to his forehead as he appeared sweaty, but yet he had a sweatshirt on. He handed me a piece of toast, again still no eye contact or even a hint of a smile. This concerned me, but everybody gets grumpy so I decided to leave it be and make small talk.
"Good morning, love. What are we going to do today?"
He merely shrugged his shoulders and sat down slowly with a piece of plain toast.
Trying not to get irritated I finished my toast and headed to the living room where he surprised me by joining me on the couch and leaned against me. I was quite alarmed to feel that he was quite warm. I subtly stroked his forehead and found it to be burning up.
"Love, are you okay?" I asked him gently.
He looked back to me and finally spoke, "Sorry, I don't mean to be a downer I just not feeling to hot today."
"What's wrong?" I asked still stroking his forehead gently.
His stomach rumbled and he gently put a hand on it to settle it, "My stomach is hurting pretty bad, headache, and I feel really cold."
Not saying anything I just held him until he sat up and patted his lap for me to sit. I sat on his lap and hugged him gently.
His stomach rumbled angrily against my skin and I carefully massaged it. Every now and then he would burp quietly to himself.
"It really hurts..." He eventually made out.
His voice seemed so little and he was so cute like a little kid needing comfort, "I have you. Your okay."
He sat forward more and burped quietly again into his hand, but I could tell he was uncomfortable so I moved his hand away from his mouth and spoke softly, "No need for that just burp all you need."
He obeyed and burped into my shoulder. Each burp getting deeper and deeper. He moaned slightly and grabbed onto my arm covering his mouth.
He spoke hesitantly, "I-I think I'm gonna puke..."
I moved his hand again, "it's okay, I have you love."
He leaned forward and let out a burp and instantly wrapped his hands around his angry stomach. The burp smelled like a mixture of his breakfast and last nights dinner (pizza).
"I-m gonna be sick... but it hurts to much to move..." his voice shook and he burped deeply.
I instantly moved my hands under his mouth and spoke gently, "your okay, just get it up if you need to."
He burped again except this time he brought up some stomach bile and spit into my hands. He got a small breathe in before he gagged hard and burped up a stream of half digested pizza and toast into my palms.
He took a shaky breathe and I dumped the vomit off my hands onto the blanket to clean later. I carefully removed his shirt and told him to lean against me and to let it go.
He burped again this time he lunged forward and brought up more chunky liquid all down my back. He gagged and with each burp brought up more pizza and toast. He couldn't get a break. He gripped my sides and used my body to propel the vomit up and onto my back. Tears filled his eyes and he burped and gagged. He gently grabbed my hand and put it on his belly and managed to make out, "push...please..."
I gently pushed his belly and he groaned and I felt warm liquid on my crotch and realized he was vomiting so hard that he accidentally wet himself, but before he could register he jerked forward and vomited down my back once again.
My baby was so sick... I spoke to him gently, "Get it all up. Your okay. I'll clean you all up after. Just continue leaning on me. Don't worry about the mess. I'll be your bucket."
He finally caught a break and leaned against me exhausted. When I realized he fell asleep I gently got up and cleaned his vomit off of my back and got a washcloth to start cleaning him up. Chunks filled his lap and I opted to just pick them up one by one and throw them into a bag.
Once I was done I sat next to him once again. My poor love. Letting him sleep I turned the TV on and started watching a show.
About a half hour later he jolted awake and mumbled, "Sick...bucket?"
I frowned, "right here, love" I patted my lap gently. A soft surface had to be more comfortable then a big plastic bin or bag. He carefully moved closer and leaned over my lap breathing heavily. Again, gripping onto me for support. I watched as his stomach contracted and he jerked forward with a forceful gag. Peeing himself more he kept gagging until a stream of pizza covered my lap. He took a small breathe before a deep burp came ofer him and his neck jerked back and forth with force as he brought up more and more chunks.
When he finally caught a break I decided to help him move to the bathroom. I put my arm around his waist and gently we walked to the bathroom where I carefully unbuttoned his soiled pants and underwear and helped him into the shower. He was far to weak to stand so I helped him sit and lean against the bathtub wall.
With chunks all over his lips he mumbled softly, “Sit with me?”
I got in next to him and he leaned against me. He was still raging with fever.
He burped and his whole body jerked bringing up chunks all down the front of him and onto his crotch. Not caring that it would get on my hands I gently rubbed his stomach and pushed gently. This caused him to groan and burp again. This time bringing up visible pieces of pepperoni and toast all down himself and my hands. Each time his body jerked he continued to urinate more in the tub. He had absolutely no control of his body anymore.
“I-I think It’s gonna come out the other side…” he said turning red with embarrassment.
Realizing he meant diarrhea I gently put my hand on his belly and started rubbing in circles, “Its okay, my love. You will feel better soon. Do whatever you have to”
Right as I finished my sentence I felt a warm liquid and multiple wet farts on my legs. His stomach contracted under my fingers and I knew he was desperately trying to push all the sickness out. I continued rubbing circles on his belly and knowing his hind would soon start burning I grabbed a washcloth and started wiping him.
He whimpered and numbed, “uh oh…” and immediately leaned forward and started power vomiting onto his crotch which was enough force for his poor belly to eject explosive diarrhea as well. I just scooted closer and hugged him and he vomited and pooped. He would do the same if I were this sick.
After a minute, with no release I decided to get up in front of him and give him a hug rubbing him in any way I could to give him some kind of comfort. Thankfully he understood my efforts and grabbed my hands and vomited into them he time he leaned forward he would use my hands as a stabilizer. Once he was finished he fell back and fell asleep in the tub.
I turned some warm water on and hosed him down gently. He didn’t even flinch, he was to exhausted from all the fluids he had just lost.
Roman slept like that for about 2 hours, and when he did officially wake up he needed to vomit. Unfortunately, however, he couldn’t. He felt empty. So I sat next to him once again and he grabbed my hand and put them into his mouth. Understanding, I got on his lap and crept my fingers towards the back of his throat until he started gagging bringing up bits of stomach acid. I put my fingers in further and brought up some chunks all over my chest and fingers.
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