this is the one -félix

No straighter path than to struggle by otatop (M | 25,068 | 3/3)

Neil is sick and it's fine until it's not.

theoceanisnotsilent said: Neil's Ruptured Appendix Fic: archiveofourown. org/works/19989904/chapters/47327599 its so GOOD

anonymous said: Neil has appendicitis in anaesthesias effect by celestia

thank you all so much for the help in finding these fics!! i’ll link all of them here (except for the one by unkingly i wasnt able to find it :(( sorry) and hopefully at least one of them is what the asker was looking for! thanks again!!!-ari

No straighter path than to struggle by otatop (M | 25,068 | 3/3)

Neil is sick and it's fine until it's not.

There's a lot of soup.

Anesthesia's Effect by celestia (G | 1,375 | 1/1)

hey! here is our sickfic tag!! and here are a few newer things!-Scout

your love is the cure by treesandbees (Not Rated | 2,568 | 1/1)

Sweat poured from his temple, running down into his eyes. He could feel the bile coming up in his throat.

“Neil! The fucking ball is right in front of you!” Kevin’s shout brought him back to reality.

(neil is sick. ofc he ignores it and passes out on the field. the team teaches him it’s not okay.)

Series: Part 1 of fix my past and present

I see who you are by starksrhodey (T | 2,742 | 1/1)

“What’s ‘appening?” Neil mumbled, his head lolling against Andrew’s shoulder.

“I’m putting you back to bed.” Andrew spoke, careful to grab Neil’s blanket as he began his way towards their room.

“Will you stay with me?”

“If that’s what you want, Josten.”

careful hands, mended hearts (the fever remix) by conniptionns (G | 1,935 | 1/1)

Andrew swallows after hanging up, wincing at the lancing pain that cuts down his throat. It’s the first time in years that he’s called in sick—for anything. Not that he’s sick...he has allergies. He blames the obscene amount of snow blanketing the earth. He must be allergic to the cold. Neil hardly notices, too used to the idea of a city buried in snow. Andrew can hardly stand to look at him from underneath the furry hood of his parka on the best of days.

If he were back in South Carolina, he would have gone into work like there was nothing wrong with him. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to be sniffling and wincing red-rimmed eyes when sniffing set off his sinus headache.

That’s impossible where he is now, living with a five-foot-three menace of a man. They picked out a dining set together, needless to say, nothing got by Neil. There is no looking a man in the eye and playing off your weaknesses when he knows that you like the little flowers on your plates because you think it classes up the place. So if he was crowded back into bed as soon as he dragged his concrete legs into the kitchen, well, only he, Neil, and the little blue flowers on their plates had to know.

Soon...I guess by GoonMiracles (G | 3,234 | 1/1)

Neil is sick, and cough serum gives him a bad memory. Andrew decides he’ll go to the pharmacy and see what other options are there for Neil.

Here’s some! We also have sickfic’s tag here.-Beth

careful hands, mended hearts (the fever remix) by conniptionns for cave_canem (G | 1,935 | 1/1)

Andrew swallows after hanging up, wincing at the lancing pain that cuts down his throat. It’s the first time in years that he’s called in sick—for anything. Not that he’s sick…he has allergies. He blames the obscene amount of snow blanketing the earth. He must be allergic to the cold. Neil hardly notices, too used to the idea of a city buried in snow. Andrew can hardly stand to look at him from underneath the furry hood of his parka on the best of days.

If he were back in South Carolina, he would have gone into work like there was nothing wrong with him. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to be sniffling and wincing red-rimmed eyes when sniffing set off his sinus headache.

That’s impossible where he is now, living with a five-foot-three menace of a man. They picked out a dining set together, needless to say, nothing got by Neil. There is no looking a man in the eye and playing off your weaknesses when he knows that you like the little flowers on your plates because you think it classes up the place. So if he was crowded back into bed as soon as he dragged his concrete legs into the kitchen, well, only he, Neil, and the little blue flowers on their plates had to know.

Is it hot in here or is it just my temperature by orphan_account (Not Rated | 2,220 | 1/1)

“Fuck you.” Was Andrew’s only answer, only it didn’t come out quite as threateningly as he had probably intended it to, because apparently his nose was blocked.“

This is literally my favorite aftg fic of course I can help you-Atlas

Those That Broke Us by WriteThroughTheNight ( T | 6,652 | 1/1)

“Neil doesn’t talk about his mom and doesn’t think about what she’d do to him if she saw him now. He has a family, he has Exy, and he has Andrew. He has more than enough, more than he ever could have dreamed of.

Neil doesn’t talk about his mom until a warm fall day outside the locker room, waiting for the start of their game with his team and family. It’s a place that she doesn’t belong, where not even a memory of her belongs, but she wriggles her way in and takes root in his chest.”

Or

Here’s what I could find!- Aaron.

So Bless Me Anyway by crppldgaywriter (E | Incomplete | 1/?)

hello! so i think this might be it?-Rachel

it wouldn’t be my world without you in it by artemis_west (E | 20,749 | 10/10)

AU where Neil has a genetic predisposition on the Hatford’s side to a major potentially life-threatening health issue. He has no idea. One day, he collapses at a game and is rushed to the hospital.

hello! I believe this is it!-Rachel

tremor by badacts (G | 1,730 | 1/1)