#sick nathan

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Hey can you do one where Hazel and Nathan are on a date and Nathan gets food poisoning during the date and Hazel looks after her. (Random fact about myself because why not: I have never had food poisoning)

Hey anon, thanks for this! I actually have never had food poisoning either, but fun fact: most people haven’t, even if they think they have. Actual food poisoning requires hospitalization. A lot of the time when someone says they had food poisoning or when we write about food poisoning, it’s really just a “foodborne illness” from eating old food or something weird. But real food poisoning is from the ingestion of one of several types of really bad bacteria that can actually kill you if you aren’t hospitalized soon enough. 

Sorry, I’ll stop nerding out now. I’m a biology major so these are the kinds of things running around in my head. But I’ll just write the fic now.

TW: depictions of vomit

Nathan almost made it home. Almost being the key word...

The chicken he’d had for dinner had been weird, and he knew it. But for some reason he had just eaten it anyway, because he was a dumbass apparently. By the time Hazel had finished, his stomach had been churning already. 

They’d been planning on going to a movie after dinner, but Hazel had taken one look at his face once standing up, and promptly knew that something was wrong, the way she always did. 

“I think the chicken was bad,” he’d told her, pulling at the collar of his dress shirt. He felt too warm all of a sudden, sweat dampening his clothes and making him feel claustrophobic. 

“Your stomach?” she’d asked, already grabbing him by the arm and pulling him out of the restaurant as he nodded. She had fished around in his pockets until she found his keys, unlocking the car and helping him into the passenger seat before getting in herself to drive. 

“How we doing?” she asked, drawing him from his thoughts. 

“Not great,” he said, teeth gritted in an attempt to keep his stomach in place. 

“Just hold on a few more minutes, okay love? We’re almost home,” Hazel said sweetly, reaching over to squeeze his knee as she drove, pressing down on the pedal a little harder than she normally would. 

“Hmm,” Nathan hummed, biting back a groan as his stomach sloshed and churned inside of him. He had undone his belt as soon as they’d gotten in the car, hoping to relieve some of the tension on his stomach. His shirt was untucked in the front, his hand slid in between two buttons, rubbing at his stomach desperately. 

“Haz I feel so sick,” he moaned, squirming in his seat. It had gotten bad so fast. 

“Oh sweetie I’m so sorry,” Hazel frowned, glancing over at him worriedly. 

The stoplight they were approaching turned yellow, too close for Hazel to make it through the intersection. She had to step on the break pretty hard though, sending Nathan pitching forwards slightly. Unfortunately it was just enough to cause the lap belt to press into the bulge of his stomach. 

“Blaargghhhh!” Nathan doubled over, head dropping down between his knees as he vomited up the dinner that was upsetting his stomach so much. 

“Shit,” Hazel muttered, reaching over to rub her hand across his back as he continued to heave his stomach up onto the floor of his car. “You’re okay honey, breathe through it,” she said, trying to keep an eye on him and the road at the same time. 

By the time Nathan had finished throwing up, they’d reached their apartment. Hazel parked quickly and got out, walking around to Nathan’s side. She helped him out of the car, avoiding as much of the mess as possible. Once he was safely on his feet, she shut the door behind him, then wrapped an arm around his waist and led him inside to the elevator. 

“Hazel,” Nathan gulped as they stepped into the elevator. One of his hands had moved to cradle his lower tummy and he was bent forward slightly. 

“Just close your eyes and take some deep breaths, we’ll be home in a few seconds,” she said, somewhat desperately. 

“M’not feeling so good,” he mumbled, dropping his head down onto her shoulder and grabbing her hand to squeeze as the elevator started to move upwards. The motion wasn’t doing him any favors, but four flights of stairs would’ve been even worse. 

“Almost there sweetie,” Hazel murmured, rubbing her hand up and down his back. 

They made it to their floor, thankfully, and began to make their way down the hall. Just a few doors away, Nathan stopped suddenly, face draining of all color. Hazel grabbed him by the arm, yanking him towards their room. He brought a hand up to hover over his mouth as she pulled out her keys, quickly unlocking the door and practically shoving Nathan inside, as gently as she could, of course. 

As she shut the door behind her, Nathan half ran half stumbled to the bathroom, dropping down to his knees with a thud as she followed behind him. No sooner had he hit the floor he was hunched over the toilet, coughing up mouthfuls of mushy brown stomach contents. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling his nausea level ratchet up from the sight of it. 

“You’re doing great love, just get it up,” Hazel said from behind him. She pressed one hand between his shoulder blades, pressing her other one to his forehead, so he could lean against her hand. His arms had started to shake from holding himself up as he vomited up wave after wave. He hadn’t even eaten that much, where was it coming from?

With one last dry heave and a queasy belch, Nathan was finally finished. He let Hazel pull him away from the toilet and sit back against her. She unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the sweaty garment off of his skin, then she slid her cold hands up under his t-shirt to rub his stomach. 

As exhausted as he was, he sighed at the feeling of her hands. Their coolness felt soothing against his overheated tummy, overworked from the effort of vomiting. He closed his eyes as she rubbed away some of the discomfort in his bloated stomach. 

“Feeling better?” she asked after a few minutes, when he’d seemed to relax a little. 

“Mmm, I guess so, still queasy,” he shrugged, bringing a fist up to his mouth to muffle a belch that Hazel’s rubbing brought up. 

“Do you think you’re done being sick?” she asked.

Nathan shook his head miserably. As if to agree with him, his stomach let out a loud gurgle, flipping beneath Hazel’s hand. She sighed sympathetically, leaning forwards to kiss his flushed cheek. 

“Well if we’re going to be here for a bit, I’m gonna go grab a couple of things,” she said, shifting him forward so she could slide out from behind him. 

“Don’t leave,” he whined, as she helped him lean back against the bathrub. 

“Shh shh, I’ll be right back,” she said, kissing his forehead, before darting out of the bathroom. She went to their bedroom first, grabbing a fresh undershirt and a pair of basketball shorts for him to change into. She also grabbed one of their spare pillows and a blanket, since she had a feeling they might be spending a good portion of the night in the bathroom. Hazel quickly filled a glass of water in the kitchen, then walked back to the bathroom. 

“Here love, take a few sips,” she said, holding the cup to his lips once she’d set everything else down. She tipped it up enough for him to take a few small drinks of water, then set the cup down on the counter. 

“S’hot,” he groaned. 

“I know, let me help,” she said, reaching for the hem of his shirt. Hazel pulled the undershirt over his head, deciding not to bother with the other one, then helped wrestle him out of his jeans and into the shorts. “That feel better?” she asked, wetting a wash cloth with cool water to press to his overheated skin. 

“Little,” he shrugged, sighing when she pressed the damp rag to his skin. She dabbed off his face, his chest, his shoulders, hoping to cool him down and relax him. 

“Good. Now how about you try to rest a little bit before the next round,” she suggested, placing the pillow in her lap. 

Nathan nodded, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Hazel held her arms out to him, helping him carefully lay down in her lap. He squirmed around a little, trying to get comfortable on the cold hard floor, especially with his stomach churning. Hazel draped one arm over his waist, and began carding her fingers through his hair with her other hand. 

“You’re okay, just relax,” she said softly, reaching up to flip the lights off in hopes that she could put him to sleep before he got sick again. His body had to be exhausted, and they were probably going to have a long night. 

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8 Hours

1:12 A.M.

The first time Hazel wakes up alone, she doesn’t think too much of it. Nathan probably got up to pee or get a drink or something. It happens. She rolled back over and went to sleep. 

2:48 A.M. 

The second time Hazel wakes up alone, she’s a little more concerned. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been about an hour and a half since the last time she woke up, and the right half of the bed is still empty, covers folded back. 

Hazel sits up, looking into the dark of the bedroom. The door to the hallway is ajar. He left in a hurry. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and throws back the covers, sliding off of the bed. She reaches down to grab a t-shirt off of the floor to pull on over her sports bra as it’s a little chilly in the house. She quietly pads out of the room and follows a sliver of light down the hallway to the bathroom, where the door is cracked open. 

She knocks lightly as she pushes the door open, so as to not scare her boyfriend. Nathan has an arm braced on either side of the sink, hunched over. He glances over at her as she leans against the door frame, squinting against the bright contrast.

“You not feeling good?” she asks, voice low with sleep, but still soft. 

“Mmm,” Nathan hums in agreement, hanging his head over the sink again. 

Hazel steps over to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and one on his back. He’s damp, sweaty. Probably has a fever. 

“Is it your stomach?” she asks, sliding on arm around him to rest on his belly. 

“My tummy’s upset,” he confirms, that childlike voice he always uses when he’s ill coming out.

“Oh sweetie, you’re shaking!” Hazel realizes, sliding a hand up and down his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder, “come here.”

Gentle hands on his arm and his hip, pulling him back a few steps to sit at the edge of the bathtub. Nathan slumps to the side, leaning against the wall. Hazel places her hand on his forehead, feeling for fever, he knows. 

“You’re a little warm, maybe just a touch of a fever,” Hazel says, mostly to herself probably. A moment later there’s a cool, damp cloth on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, his chest. Nathan sighs and leans forwards to rest his head against her side. She runs her fingers through his hair. 

“I don’t feel good,” he mumbles against the over sized shirt she’d put on.

“Let’s try some medicine, get that fever,” she says, moving away from him. Nathan leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and hanging his head over his lap. 

“Here babe,” Hazel says, holding out a hand with 3 small red pills and a paper cup of water in the other. Nathan forces his eyes open, carefully takes the medicine, then the water, swallowing them obediently. 

“How long have you been in here?” she asks.

“Well I got up at 1 cause I’d been feeling bad and thought maybe I needed to use the bathroom but it didn’t help so I went back to bed. But then I started feeling kinda queasy at 2 so I got up again so I wouldn’t wake you up,” he said, speaking slowly, like it was difficult for him to think.

“Aw honey, you’ve been up this whole time? You could’ve woken me up, you know” Hazel pouts, continuing to play with his hair.

“Never went to sleep,” Nathan shakes his head. 

“Oh Nath... let’s get you back in bed sweetheart,” Hazel sighs. 

3:15 A.M.

“Mmkay,” he sighs, lets her maneuver him to his feet and lead him back to bed. He sits down heavily, wincing as the motion upsets his stomach more. He burps quietly into his head, pausing for a moment to make sure he isn’t going to puke before he swings his legs up onto the bed and lowers himself down carefully. 

“There we go,” Hazel whispers, pulling the covers up over him and sliding in behind him. He always liked to be the little spoon when he wasn’t well. “Better?” she asks.

Nathan hums in response, scooting back to press himself against her, seeking warmth. Oh yeah, definitely a fever. Hazel can feel that he’s even warmer than he normally is, heating up the bed instantly. She sits up to toss the t-shirt off, knowing it’s going to be warm. Hopefully the medicine kicks in soon. 

4:01 A.M.

Hazel’s fairly certain that Nathan has finally fallen asleep. He’d spent the last 45 minutes tossing and turning, alternating between curling against Hazel, face pressed to her chest, and laying practically on top of her. He had been moaning, whining in discomfort. Must be more than a touch of a fever. 

7:24 A.M.

“H-Haz,” Nathan’s voice draws her from sleep. He’s sat up next to her, hunched over his lap, crying. Hazel sits up and quickly realizes what’s happened. The quilt is sprayed with vomit, some of it dripping from Nathan’s hands as he holds them out, looking helpless. 

“Oh, shit Nath,” she mumbles, folding the covers back to conceal the mess, careful to keep it contained. 

“I-I’m sor-rry,” he cried, crumbling against her chest.

“Shh love, it’s okay,” she wrapped her arms around him, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin. 

9:12 A.M.

Hazel had finally gotten Nathan settled on the couch in the living room, equipped with a trash can. He was currently asleep, finally, after many tears and a few more rounds of vomiting he’d been too exhausted to hardly sit up. She tossed the comforter in the wash, then headed back to him.

As much as she hated for him to be so sick, she had to admit, he looked pretty adorable all curled up on the couch, his long curls messily spread all over the pillow, blanket gripped tightly in one fist. 

She shook her head as she watched the poor sick boy sleep, wondering how he’d gotten so bad so fast. When she’d first got up to check on him he’d seemed mostly okay. Just a stomach ache and a small fever. 

What a difference 8 hours can make. 

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Hi can you do one where Nathan gets overheated or for some reason he faints and Hazel looks after him.

“Just our fucking luck,” Hazel sighed, shoving her phone angrily back into her pocket. 

“No service?” Nathan asked, pulling out his own phone. 

“We’re in the dead zone,” Hazel shook her head. Nathan put his phone away too, having come to the same conclusion.

“So what do we do now?” Nathan asked, glancing down the long stretch of highway that lay in front of them.

“We walk until we get service,” Hazel shrugged, slamming her door shut. 

“How far will that be?” he asked. He was already sweating and he’d only been standing outside for a minute or two.

“Well the dead zone usually lasts for about 20 minutes at 70 miles an hour which is a little over 20 miles. So if we walk roughly 4 miles an hour it would take us like 5 hours. But I don’t know how far into the dead zone we already are,” Hazel figured. 

“Babe you are so smart,” Nathan said, blinking in surprise at all of her quick math.

She shrugged, “Let’s just get going, I don’t want to be out here after dark,” she said. Hazel pulled a two granola bars and water bottles out of her bag in the backseat, handing one of each to Nathan, then starting down the road.

“This is gonna suck,” he sighed, walking after his girlfriend. 

“I can’t believe I managed to break down in the dead zone on one of the hottest days of the summer,” Hazel huffed.

“I told you we shouldn’t have taken my car,” Nathan said. 

“Yes, yes, I know. Doesn’t matter now,” she said. Nathan didn’t respond, knowing that anything he said would just piss her off even more. She was in one of her moods, rightfully so. This sucked.

Nathan counted mile markers as they walked. One, two, three, four... It had only been about an hour, they still had a long ways to go, but Nathan was already tired. And hot. So so hot. There wasn’t any shade out here, so the sun was beating down on them, zapping all of Nathan’s energy.

Five, six...

“Anything?” Nathan asked when Hazel pulled out her phone to check for service.

“No,” she shook her head, putting it back in her pocket. 

Seven, eight...

“Can we stop for a minute?” Nathan asked, feeling kind of dizzy suddenly.

“Yeah, are you okay?” Hazel asked, turning to look at her boyfriend. He was pale, which she thought was odd. She could feel how flushed her face was from the heat, why didn’t her boyfriend look the same?

“I’m really hot,” he said, flopping down to sit on the side of the road, looking towards the ditch. 

“Drink some water,” she suggested, sitting down next to him. 

He pulled out his water, taking a few sips. His hands were shaking, he realized, as he capped the bottle with some difficulty. Actually, he felt like his whole body was shaking once he really thought about it. 

“Ready to keep going?” Hazel asked, looking worriedly at the quickly setting sun. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Nathan sighed. 

“We’ll take it slow okay? We have to keep going though,” she said sympathetically, standing up and holding her hands down to him. 

“Okay,” Nathan agreed, letting her help him up to his feet to start down the highway again. 

Nine, ten, eleven...

“I don’t feel so good Haz,” Nathan slurred, his voice sounding weird to his own ears, fuzzy. He felt that way too, fuzzy. His vision was blurry and spun sometimes, or tilted, like he was in an earthquake.

“You don’t look so good,” Hazel responded.

Nathan felt a hand on his back, and one on his hip. He leaned into her, dropping his head down onto her shoulder. They stood there for a moment, before Hazel wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling his arm around her shoulders, and starting to walk again, slowly, supporting some of his weight. 

Twelve...

He’d stopped sweating. He knew that was bad. Hazel knew it too, he could tell. She’d been sending him these worried glances every few moments, asking him if he was okay periodically, voice full of concern. He could hardly open his mouth to respond though. 

Nathan felt nauseous, his stomach tossing and churning the water he’d choked down in the past couple of miles. His head pounded, making him squint against the sun beating down on them, shining into his eyes and making them ache. He felt a shiver ripple up his back and down his arms, trembling.

“H-Hazel-” he managed to choke out as his vision went black and his legs gave out beneath him. He was out before he even hit the ground. 

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So glad to have you back!! (but not like this, fuck) Can I request some really nauseous Nathan? Burpy as hell but trying to keep it from Hazel maybe?

Thanks friend!! (same though ugh). I’m so glad you like making Nathan suffer as much as I do, he’s my fave!! Also this is such a good prompt omg 

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“Fuck,” Nathan cursed under his breath as his stomach gurgled loudly beneath his shirt. He’d been feeling sick ever since dinner, and it had only continued to get worse. The stiff fabric of his button down shirt was suffocating his poor stomach and he could feel it straining against the belt of his slacks. He resisted the urge to rub it, knowing that would make him burp. 

“Hey, you alright?” Hazel asked, nudging him with her arm. 

“Yeah fine, just have to pee, be right back,” he said quickly darting off towards where he hoped the bathrooms would be. 

They were at this fancy event for the drama department where the state gives out awards to various people and schools for their productions. It was really an honor to have been invited and usually Nathan would be enjoying it, but dinner just was not sitting right and he felt like he was about to explode. 

Thankfully, he found the bathroom pretty quickly. He swung the door and was relieved to find that he was alone. He sighed, leaning back against the wall, both hands coming up to rub his aching stomach. As he suspected, he immediately let out a large belch as soon as any pressure was applied. He groaned, rubbing a little deeper, burps pouring out of him uncontrollably. 

All he could do was let them come out and pray that no one else came into the bathroom. Or that they could hear him outside, oh god. 

He forced out a few more burps, before standing back up. He knew he’d been gone too long for a piss already, Hazel was probably onto him. She’d ask him if he was okay when he got back, and give him that face she always did when she already knew that he wasn’t okay. 

Nathan walked over to the sink, bending forwards to splash some water on his face as he looked rather pale and sickly. But unfortunately, leaning forwards put too much pressure on his stomach, making him let out another burp, this one low and wet. 

“Ohh fuck,” Nathan moaned, bring a hand up to rest gently on his stomach, his other hand bracing himself against the wall. The world was spinning now and he suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. This is bad, this is really bad. He needed to find Hazel and get out of here. 

Nathan trudged his way out of the bathroom, stumbling back through the ballroom to find his girlfriend. She found him before he found her though, as suddenly she was at his side, hand resting comfortingly on his back. 

Hazel took one look at him and said, “Okay we’re getting out of here.”

The poor boy was sheet pale and visibly shaking. Hazel could feel that his dress clothes were damp with sweat and his bangs were matted to his forehead. His mouth hung open slightly, one hand resting on his stomach just above his belt buckle. Hazel just hoped she could get him outside before the nausea got the best of him in here. 

Nathan felt like crying. He’d never been so nauseous in his life, and thank god Hazel knew him so well. He reached a hand out blindly, fumbling for some part of her to hold onto. He found her other hand, the one that wasn’t resting on the small of his back, guiding him gently but forcefully out of the building. 

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” she said calmly as they finally reached the doors to the outside. 

She pushed them open, guiding Nathan through the doors. He was hit with a blast of cool air. Nathan sighed audibly at how good it felt against his flushed skin. When they reached the base of the steps, he crumbled, sinking down to sit on the bottom stair. 

“Are you going to throw up?” Hazel asked, sitting down next to him, her hand still on his back, now rubbing gentle circles. 

“I don’t know,” he said, letting out another sick sounding burp.

“Oh sweetie that didn’t sound good,” Hazel wrapped her arms around him. Nathan leaned against her chest, closing his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he said, knowing that he was disgusting right now, dripping sweat and belching like a pig. As if to confirm his theory his body forced up another wet belch.

“It’s okay, just take a few minutes and then we’ll walk back to the hotel as soon as you’re ready,” Hazel said, smoothing her hand down his back and tousling his damp hair with her other hand. 

Thank god for Hazel, was all Nathan could think as the nausea washed over him in waves. 

“Can we go?” he asked, tongue feeling thick and heavy in his  mouth. He was overwhelmed with nausea, but yet his body didn’t seem to want to actually throw up, just make him feel miserable. 

“Of course,” she answered, helping him to his feet, one hand on his back, the other holding his forearm. Once she was sure he was steady enough, she began guiding him down the sidewalk towards their hotel. Fortunately it was just across the street. 

Nathan was practically panting, attempting to breathe through the nausea as Hazel led him into the lobby of the hotel and in the elevator. He leaned his head against her shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he breathed heavily, letting out more belches as he went. 

“Open your eyes sweetie,” Hazel said, drawing him from his thoughts. He straightened up, opening his eyes to find that they were in his hotel room. Hazel unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the sweaty garment off of him, then unbuckled his belt. She pulled it off then slid his pants down his legs and wrestled them off of him. 

“Mmm feels nice,” he murmured when she pressed her cold hands to his belly. 

“Do you still think you’re going to throw up or do you just want to lay down? Or shower?” she asked, rubbing his stomach gently, not wanting to make him sick. 

“Still nauseous,” he shugged.

“Okay so bathroom?” she asked.

“No, don’t think I’m gonna puke,” he said, sinking down onto the bed slowly. 

“Alright, I’ll bring this over here just in case,” Hazel dragged the room’s trashcan over toward the bed. 

She helped him up onto the bed and gently eased him down to rest on the pillow, legs curled up, arms wrapped protectively around his sick stomach. Hazel shook her head fondly at him, what had her poor boy done to make himself so sick?

“Will you stay?” Nathan asked. 

“I can for a while,” Hazel said, crawling up next to him, draping an arm over his waist to rest on his tummy, “I’ll have to leave whenever Julius comes back though and go back to my own room,” she said. 

“Oh,” Nathan said sadly, curling up to her. 

“I know. It’ll be okay babe, just try to relax,” she said softly, kissing his damp forehead. Hazel just hoped that he could fall asleep before she had to leave. She knew that Julius would take care of him though if he needed to. 

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Hi! I LOVE Nate and Haz. Could you write one where Nate is stressed and gets a migraine? Thank you!

Hi everyone, sorry I haven’t written in forever. I went to visit my fiancee for a few days so I didn’t get on tumblr at all really. Anyway, here’s some nathan and hazel because they’re my faves too.

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“Hey, you okay?” Hazel asked, nudging Nathan with her elbow.

“Yeah,” he sighed, then shook his head, “No.”

“You worried about Zander?” Hazel asked knowingly.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Nathan sighed. “I can’t put him in the system, but we can’t adopt him either. I mean, he’d probably have to be put in a home until it went through. And it’s just such a long process, plus we’re broke. And I don’t even know if you’d be okay with it, Jesus. Haz I’m so sorry,” he rambled, his breathing speeding up.

“Hey, okay, just relax,” she wrapped her arm around him, noticing the way he was squinting and wincing every so often. 

“I can’t relax Hazel,” he said, voice breaking. 

“I know you can’t. But you need to go lay down before your headache gets worse,” she said softly, trailing her fingers up and down his arm. 

“Headache?” he mumbled, as if he was asking yourself. Then he groaned, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. 

“Babe?”

“My eyes hurt,” he said. 

“Migraine,” Hazel sighed. “Alright, come on, we need to get you in bed,” she said as quietly as she could. 

“Mmm, bed,” he moaned softly, dropping his head down into his hands. Hazel watched him, shaking her head. Somehow he’d managed to work himself up into a migraine without even realizing he had one until she’d said something. 

“Okay, let’s get you up,” she said, grabbing his arm with one hand and draping her other arm around his waist to rest on his hip. She gently helped him to his feet, then pulled his arm down around her shoulders so he could lean against her. 

“Haz m’dizzy,” 

“We’ll just wait here a second then, let me know when you’re ready,” Hazel whispered, holding him as steady as she could. 

“Mkay,” he whimpered after a moment. 

“Alright, just one step at a time babe, I’ve got you,” she said, holding him close to her as they slowly made their way down the hallway to their bedroom. 

“Is he okay?” Zander asked, walking out of the bathroom to see his brother being supported down the hallway. 

“Shh,” Hazel brought a finger to her lips while Nathan whined, pressing his face against her shoulder from how loud Zander had spoken. 

‘Sorry’ Zander mouthed, brow furrowing in concern. 

“He’s got a migraine,” Hazel said softly, reaching over to smooth Nathan’s hair out of his face. 

Zander nodded in understanding, smiling sympathetically at them. He got them too, usually after getting hit or if he was stressed about something. 

“C-can I help?” Zander asked softly, looking at Hazel with almost pleading eyes. He’d felt so useless recently. Nathan had been taking care of him for his whole life, and now here he’d gotten him away from home. And to make matters worse, he was living with him and his girlfriend, eating their food, using their things, he owed them. Both of them.

“Go get a glass of water, not cold, and find the excedrin from the medicine cabinet,” she told him quietly. Zander nodded, darting off to do as he was instructed, while Hazel limped her boyfriend onto their bed. 

Nathan immediately curled up, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Hazel sat down at the edge of the bed, running her fingers through his hair, something that always calmed him down and helped him relax. He scooted over to rest his head on her leg, occasionally letting out whines or whimpers from the pain. 

When Zander returned a few minutes later with the medicine and the water, Hazel gently slid her arm under Nathan’s shoulders, pulling him upright, where he slumped against your shoulder. 

“Zander’s got something for you baby,” she said quietly, rubbing her knuckles gently down his cheek. 

“Mm?” he sat up at the mention of his brother’s name, eyelids fluttering for a moment from the dizziness before his gaze settled on Zander. 

“Here,” Zander said quietly, biting his lip, as he held out the water and the bottle of pills, which he’d uncapped. 

Nathan accepted the water with a weak smile, then held out his other hand for Zander to pour out one of the pills into. He downed the medicine with a sip of water, his hands shaking all the while. 

“Th-thank you,” Nathan stammered out, eyes slipping shut as he fought the dizziness. 

“Yeah,” Zander whispered, nodding quickly. He still looked so worried, the poor kid. 

“I’m okay Zand,” Nathan said, sensing his brother’s worry, even though he couldn’t see him. 

“You gonna be able to keep that down hon?” Hazel asked, referring to the medicine.

Nathan shrugged, “Pretty nauseous.”

“Alright, well we’ll just see then okay?” Hazel said softly, brushing her thumb across his cheek gently. She helped him lay back down, where he curled up against her, face pressed against her leg. 

Then she addressed Zander, patting a spot on the bed on the other side of Nathan, “Come sit with us, he’ll feel better if you’re here too,” she said, smiling softly. 

Zander’s face lit up and he smiled shyly at her. He walked over to the other side of the bed and carefully maneuvered himself onto it to rest against the wall, not wanting to jostle his brother any. 

“I’m g-glad you’re here little brother,” Nathan mumbled sleepily, medicine already taking effect. 

“See?” Hazel said, smiling softly at the both of them. They had such an amazing bond, it reminded her of her own brothers, although both of them were older.

Which gave Hazel an idea...

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I luv ur blog xx how about one where Nathan has a migraine and throws up ?🧡🧡

TW: depictions of vomit

“Nate?” Zander called as he entered the apartment. He’d walked to the library for the afternoon, and had been surprised to find Nathan’s car in the parking lot of the apartment complex still. He’d normally be at work still.

“Hey buddy,” Nathan rasped, startling Zander. After shutting the door behind him he spun around to find his brother sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, his other hand resting on his stomach. 

“Are you okay? Is it another migraine?” Zander asked, walking over to crouch down next to the couch. 

“Hmm,” Nathan hummed in agreement, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Do you want me to get you some medicine or water?” Zander asked, remembering that’s what Hazel had him do last time. 

Nathan shook his head though, face drawn tight in pain. “I’d just throw it up,” he weakly explained. 

“Oh god, it’s bad,” Zander muttered, mostly to himself, starting to worry. He didn’t know what to do. 

“Yeah, it’s bad Zand. I need you t-to call H-hazel,” Nathan stammered, cringing at the loudness of his own voice, harsh against his sensitive ears. 

“Right. Okay. I’ll be right back,” Zander whispered, jumping up to grab his phone out of his backpack, which he’d left by the door. 

Zander made a quick call to Nathan’s girlfriend, asking her to come home from work early if she could. Thankfully, it was a slow day at the diner, so she said she’d be home in a few minutes. By the time he hung up, Nathan was struggling to sit up, clutching his head as all the color drained from his face. 

“Nate?” Zander asked, rushing back to his side and grabbing his arm to steady him as he swayed. 

“M’gonna throw up,” Nathan rushed out, covering his mouth with his hand as he gagged harshly, which caused the feeling in his head to flare, sending waves of pain throughout his whole body. 

Zander quickly jumped up, grabbing the trashcan from the corner of the room and dragging it over to Nathan, setting it between his legs. He was sitting very still, breathing slowly through the pain and the nausea to avoid making a mess.

“It’s okay, go ahead,” Zander said quietly, taking a seat next to his brother and hesitantly taking a seat beside him. 

That was all the permission Nathan needed. He immediately pitched forwards, vomiting into the trash harshly, his body convulsing with the force of the heave. The exertion caused the pressure in his head to increase and he let out a broken sounding sob as he threw up again. 

“Oh jeez Nathan,” Zander muttered, rubbing his brothers back as he coughed and heaved over the bin.

Thankfully, by the time Nathan finished, the door opened and in walked Hazel. She quickly dropped her stuff and moved to sit at Nathan’s other side, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. He immediately reached out for her, falling against her chest as she pulled him close. 

“There you go hon, we’ve got you,” she said quietly, looking up to give Zander a small smile, as if to tell him that he’d done good. 

“He didn’t want any medicine,” Zander told her quietly.

“Yeah, too nauseous probably, and it won’t help now I suppose. Think you could stomach some water at least now?” she asked, squeezing Nathan’s shoulder.

“Mmph,” he shrugged, mumbling something against her chest. 

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” she said, her voice soft. She looked up at Zander, who nodded, and quickly got up to get a glass of water. Hazel was probably right, medicine wouldn’t work now, it was too late. Nathan should’ve taken some a long time ago, but sometimes these things can sneak up on you, Zander knew. 

He came back with a glass of water, which he handed to Hazel. She helped Nathan to sit up, leaning him against the back of the couch so she could lift the cup to his lips, knowing his hands would be too shaky to hold it himself. She helped him take a few drinks, then set the glass down on the coffee table. Nathan sagged against her shoulder, groaning in pain.

“You want to turn close the blinds for us?” Hazel asked Zander, gesturing toward the stream of sunlight coming in through the front blinds. 

“Right,” he said quietly, getting up to close them. He should’ve thought of that earlier.

“There we go, you’ll be okay love. Zander and I make a great team huh? We’ll take great care of you,”

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Hello 👋 I’m glad to see you active again although the circumstances may not be the best. I’d like to request a fic where Nathan and Hazel are on a train or subway after having just ate lunch. And for some reason the food just really doesn’t agree with Nathan and he ends up extremely burpy and trying his best to hold it all in which just makes him sicker feeling until finally some of the air just explodes out of him while he has his head rested on Hazel’s shoulder

OMG thanks ily, you’re my favorite 💕 

This one is going to be a little short probably so let me know if you want another one and I’ll write it tomorrow or something.

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Nathan winced, sliding a hand up under his sweatshirt to palm his stomach. It had been feeling weird ever since he’d finished his meatball sub, but now it was really starting to bother him. He felt huge, like he was sure his slightly pudgy tummy was hanging over his jeans enough to be noticeable. 

It certainly was making a lot of noise too. He glanced around the subway car they were on to see if anyone was giving him funny looks. They weren’t. Well, Hazel was looking at him. She was giving him the ‘you better not make me ask you what’s wrong’ face.

“My tummy’s kind of upset,” he said, having learned better than to ignore the face. Plus, she could probably help him anyway.

“You want an antacid? Or some water?” she asked. See? She was such a mom. He loved that about her. 

“I’ll take some water,” he agreed. It didn’t feel like indigestion, so he doubted the medicine would help him. 

She handed him her water bottle with a sympathetic look. As he took a sip, she placed a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. She knew that it made him uncomfortable to be feeling sick with so many people around. He handed the bottle back to her when the liquid started to slosh in his stomach, making him feel like he needed to burp. Maybe that was the problem. He put a hand to his mouth and stifled a small belch.

“You sure you don’t want any medicine?” she asked.

“Won’t help. Not that kind of stomachache,” he explained, feeling the gas swirling inside of him. He put his hand up under his sweatshirt again, rubbing back and forth to try and soothe the ache.

“Are you nauseous?” 

“No, it’s not like that,” he said quickly. Thank god for that. 

“Okay, so like you just ate too much or what? You could take your belt off and put it in my purse, that might help,” she suggested.

“Well, no, it’s more like I have a lot of gas trapped in my stomach. I think I need to burp,” he explained, “but actually I feel pretty bloated so that might help.”

He looked around to make sure no one was looking at him, then unbuckled his belt. He pulled it out as subtly as he could, trying to keep it hidden under his sweatshirt. As soon as it was out he wadded it up and handed it to Hazel, who shoved it in her purse. Nathan leaned back in his seat, that did help a little, but only for a second. He could feel his stomach swelling against his jeans. 

“Did that help?” she asked.

“Braaapp,” Nathan let out a loud belch before he could answer, making a few people turn to look at them. He felt his cheeks go red. 

“Hey, it’s okay, eyes on me babe,” Hazel said calmly, turning his face towards hers with one hand. She slid her other hand under his shirt to rest on his bare stomach. 

“Hazel don’t, I can’t hold them in, it hurts,” he muttered, looking down at his lap in embarrassment, covering her hand with his so she wouldn’t apply any pressure.

“Come here,” she said, pulling his head down onto her shoulder. “Use my shoulder.”

“This is terrible,” he muttered glumly, turning his head to press his face into her shoulder to hopefully muffle some of the sound. 

“Let me help you,” Hazel told him, beginning to rub and apply some pressure to his stomach. As much as he hated to admit it, her ministrations did feel good. 

It wasn’t long before Nathan started to burp, and once he got started he couldn’t seem to stop. He let out one after another, some small and quiet but others loud and long. They were slightly muffled by Hazel’s sweater, but she could feel the eyes of other passengers on them. She shot glares at anyone who stared for too long, hoping to spare her boyfriend some of the humiliation. 

By the time they got to their stop, Nathan was starting to feel a lot better, although he never wanted to ride the subway again.

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Overheated pt. 2

Part 2 of a fic I wrote like 3 weeks ago about Nathan passing out from being over heated which can be found here

“Shit!” Hazel cried out as Nathan crumpled to the pavement beside her. She reached out instinctively, even though there was no way she could catch him. He was bigger than her and he was already hitting the ground by the time her reflexes kicked in. 

As she dropped to the ground though, she was able to get an arm under his head before it hit the ground. Her knees stung from the impact, heart pounding out of her chest as she stared down at her boyfriend, laying limp on the side of the road. 

Hazel took a few deep breaths, racking her brain as she tried to figure out what to do. She couldn’t leave him here. But she couldn’t call anyone for help either, they were still in the dead zone. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check just in case, but still found no service. 

“Okay, wake up babe, I need you to wake up,” she said, shaking Nathan’s shoulder. 

He stirred, groaning, but didn’t open his eyes. He had moved though, and made a sound. That was a good sign at least right? 

Hazel pulled her water bottle out of the backpack she’d been carrying, uncapping the lid and pouring about a quarter of the now warm water on Nathan’s face. 

He sat bolt upright, eyes fluttering open as he spluttered and stammered, hands fumbling to wipe the water off of his face. As soon as he got over the initial shock, the dizziness caught up to him and he slumped sideways against Hazel, mumbling to himself. 

“Oh god okay, you’re okay, thank god, I’ve got you,” she said quickly, grabbing him by the waist and the shoulder to steady him. 

“What-?” he started to ask as he sat up on his own again, looking around, then down at the ground. His face was pale and surprisingly dry. Hazel was dripping with sweat herself, Nathan should have been too. There was their problem. 

“Here, drink,” she pushed the water bottle into his hand.

“I feel kind of nauseous,” he said, blinking against the bright sun. 

“That’s why you need to drink. You just passed out cause you got overheated I’m pretty sure,” she explained.

“Crap,” he sighed, reluctantly lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a sip. Once he swallowed the first mouthful of water, he realized how thirsty he really was and continued to swallow down the rest of the bottle. 

“There you go, feeling better?” Hazel asked hopefully.

“I mean I still feel like I got run over, but yeah I think so,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, passing out will do that,” Hazel sighed, “Come on, we’ve got to keep going. Find some service so we can call someone and hopefully a shady place to wait,” she continued. 

“Right,” Nathan said, although his face blanched even further at the thought of continuing to walk along the side of the road in this heat. 

“We’ll take it slow and you can lean on me,” Hazel offered, knowing that he had to be careful or he could have an actual heat stroke, which could kill him. 

Nathan nodded, allowing Hazel to help him to his feet. He draped his arm over her shoulders so he could lean against her as they walked. It was slow going, Nathan was still pretty shaky and weak, but they trudged along until they finally reached the end of the dead zone. Hazel could’ve cried when she felt her phone vibrate, she was so relieved. 

She immediately unlocked her phone and called her friend Andrew, knowing that his fiancee, Zayn, could probably get here faster than anyone else. He was what you might call a speedy driver. 

“Hello?” Andrew answered.

“Hey! Are you and Zayn home right now?” she asked, silently praying that they were.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked.

“We broke down, on our way back from Kansas City, in the dead zone. So we had to walk like all day and Nathan passed out from the heat and we need you to come get us. Please,” she rushed out breathlessly.

“Oh shit, Jesus, yeah of course,” Andrew said in shock. “Where are you?” he asked.

“We’re on K-169. Mile marker 65,” Hazel answered, looking around to find the nearest mile sign. 

“Okay, we’ll be there as soon as we can. Stay conscious,” he said helpfully. “Zayn, babe, we gotta go!” Hazel heard Andrew yelling to his fiancee.

“We will. Thank you!” Hazel said earnestly, helping lead Nathan over to a patch of shade cast by the setting sun off of a hill just off the shoulder. 

“Course, we’ll be there soon, bye,” Andrew hung up, already rushing Zayn out the door to go get his friends. Only Nathan and Hazel could get so unlucky...