Sickficz

Hey guys, I’m thinking about closing requested. I’m really busy and I feel like it takes me longer to get fics out than I used to. Tell me what you think though! Just know if I do leave request open, it’ll take longer for me to write than it used to. With that stated, enjoy the story!! Also @bem0rechilltrash I’m sorry this is so short.

Jeremy had been worried. He knew his squip was still active in the back of his mind, but he didn’t think it could still optic nerve block people.

The reason Jeremy though optic nerve blocking was on, was because he hadn’t seen Michael all day. Michael was usually the first person he saw each day, but not today. Michael just wasn’t there.

However, Michael couldn’t just not be there. Out of the 12 years Jeremy knew Michael, he wasn’t out of school once. It was kinda unbelieveable for somebody to never get sick, but there was Michael.

Jeremy worriedly decided to ask around for Michael at lunch. However nobody’s seen him. Either Michael wasn’t there, or everybody’s Squip’s reactivated and optic nerve blocking was on. Considering Michael was always there, optic nerve blocking was on.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jeremy saw Rich walk into the cafaterria. Jeremy relized he hadn’t asked Rich about Michael yet, and walled over to him. “Have you seen Michael?”

Rich shook his head, but pulled up something from his phone. “He texted me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well.” Rich explained, showing Jeremy the texts.

“He told me not to tell you since he didn’t want you to worry, but I felt like I should.” Rich explained. Jeremy nodded.

“Thanks.” Jeremy said, before walking to his locker, to get his stuff, and walk to Michael’s house.

This was kinda rushed, sorry

Michael Mell wasn’t ok. He already knew that. He just woke up, and already started puking his guts out. However, as much as he longed to skip school, he couldn’t. There was a history test that he couldn’t miss, which meant he had to go to school.

* * *

Michael shuddered. He was freezing yet burning at the same time. Thankfully, he had the history test earlier that morning, and he was sure he got atleast an 80%, but he was still stuck here at school.

Michael weakly sat down where the rest of the squip squad sat. He didn’t even bother getting his lunch, he knew he probaly wouldn’t be able to keep it down. It was Rich who noticed first.

“Michael? What’th wrong?” Rich asked. Michael shrugged. He didn’t really feel like talking, and was too tired to give a complete answer anyway.

“Mikey?” A voice asked behind him. Jeremy. He sat down next to Michael. “What’s wrong bud?” Again, Michael didn’t feel like answering. Christine sat down on the other side of him, and felt his forehead.

“He’s burning.” She stated. Jeremy also felt Michael’s forehead. His hand was frigid compared to his temperature.

“I’ll drive you home if you want!” Jake offered, seeing the situation. Michael nodded. He stood up, but grabbed onto Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy slightly smiled, and also got up. He and Michael followed Jake to his car.

Michael got into the front seat while Jeremy got in the back, and Jake drove. Michael soon nodded off before they got to his house. Jeremy carried him inside.

Jeremy didn’t feel well. It was fine though! He wasn’t sick, just tired. Probaly from the Halloween party. Why did it have to be on a week day? Currently, he was listening to the Squip talk about Rich. Something about a fire. He was too tired to listen.

“All your peers are just so incomplete. You can’t see it but there all in-Jeremy?” The Squip asked, a coughing fit from the teenager interupting him. Jeremy sat on the floor of the school, hugging his rattling bones.

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked, trying his best to ignore his shivering, and a headache that he could feel pounding. The Squip sat down next to Jeremy.

“You ok, slugger?” The Squip asked gentley. Jeremy didn’t look up from where he was resting his head. It took a mintue for Jeremy to process the question before he could answer.

“Yea-ah” Jeremy whined, despite not feeling well. He could feel sweat dripping down his forehead, before a cool hand was placed their, slightly soothing his headache. “What were you saying? Something about saving the pitiful children?”

“We’ll worry about that later. We need to get you home.” The Squip stated. However, Jeremy didn’t seem to listen to him.

“I’m f-fine.” Jeremy muttrred, obviously not. The Squip gave him a look.

“Jeremy.” The Squip said, sternly. Jeremy would keep arguing, but he knew eventually the Squip would shock him if he argued, and he really didn’t feel like being shocked.

Jeremy wasn’t feeling well. That wasn’t uncommon though, it was actually pretty common for him to be feeling off because of being anxious for something. Jeremy went to school, not considering the possibility he was actually sick.

* * *

“Jeremy, are you ok?” Michael asked. Jeremy just got to school, and Michael could already tell something was off. Jeremy just, didn’t look good. He looked sick.

“Yeah, just anxious. Proably for the history test or something.” Jeremy claimed, sitting down next to Michael. He leaned onto Michael tiredly, laying his forehead on Michael’s chest. Michael moved his hand to feel Jeremy’s forehead. He was burning up.

“Jeremy, you’re really warm! We need to get you to the nurse.” Michael explained, dragging Jeremy to the nurse’s office.

“Michael wait! I’m not sick! School hasn’t even started yet!” Jeremy argued, but Michael didn’t him go.

* * *

“102.8” The nurse read. Jeremy groaned at the fact he was actually sick. Now he would have to find a way home, stay in bed all day, take medicine. Being sick sucks!

“I told you! Now, let’s get you home.” Michael said, picking up Jeremy, and carrying him out to his car.

“I- wh-what about school?” Jeremy asked. Michael rolled his eyes.

‘What’s going on?’ The Squip wondered. He had just reactivated, but something was definitely wrong. Jeremy was curled up in his bed, crying, and that was only half of the problem. It was the middle of the night, and Jeremy shouldn’t be up.

At first the Squip didn’t want to bother Jeremy. He seemed really upset and the Squip was afraid of Jeremy lashing out at him. It was probaly the super-computer’s fault anyway. However, the Squip soon relized Jeremy didn’t seem to notice he was even there. He quietly approached Jeremy.

“What’s wrong?” The Squip asked as gentley as possible, hoping not to startle Jeremy. The sudden voice made Jeremy flinch, but that’s it. Jeremy looked up to see the Squip, looking at him concerned.

“N-nothing, I’m just sick.” Jeremy stuttered. It was then that the Squip noticed the trash can next to Jeremy’s bed, the bottles of water on his nightstand, and the constant sweat dripping down his face.

Jeremy must’ve been feeling awful. Not only was he showing obvious signs of the stomach flu, but he actually admitted to being sick. Jeremy would always hide being sick, espically from the Squip (though it was illogical to since the Squip’s inside his brain), so this wasn’t a good sign.

Suddely, Jeremy felt like throwing up. He grabbed the trash can and heaved painfully into it. “Sq...uip” Jeremy whimpered. The Squip was right there by his side, rubbing his back.

“I don’t feel good” Jeremy whined, cuddling into the Squip to have any comfort he could get.

“Shh, I know.” The Squip replied, craddling Jeremy to make him feel better. “I’m calling Michael Mell right now to tell him you’re sick. He’ll be here in aproxamintly 10 minutes.” The Squip explained, hacking into Jeremy’s phone to tell Michael, Jeremy’s sick.

* * *

Michael was confused when he got a call in the middle of the night. It was weird, to have the phone ring at 2 am, but he was awake, and answered it.

“Jeremy’s sick. Get over here!” An unfamiliar voice said on the line, then hung up. He wasn’t sure what was more worrying: that Jeremy was sick, or that somebody possibly hacked Jeremy’s phone. It didn’t matter though, because Michael went to Jeremy’s house anyway.

* * *

Michael arrived at Jeremy’s house about 10 minutes later, just as the Squip said he would. He was surprised by what he saw. Jeremy was resting his head, on an unusal person’s chest, who was trying to comfort him. Michael then looked closer at the human(?).

“Keanu Reeves?” He said outloud, on accident. The figure didn’t budge, but Jeremy did, moving his head to look at the source of the voice. Michael noticed Jeremy’s eyes were slightly red, and he must’ve been crying earlier. Jeremy also had a fever flush, which meant Jeremy was infact sick.

“Mikey?” Jeremy whimpered. Michael sat down next to mystery figure. “Mikey, I don’t feel good.” Jeremy complained, looking up at his friend with glossy, feverish eyes.

“Shh, I know. You should go to sleep, you’ll feel better.” Michael explained. Jeremy shook his head ‘no,’ making Michael confused. “Why not?”

“Can’t sleep. Everything hurts.” Jeremy complained, burying his head into the thing’s chest. Michael rubbed Jeremy’s back.

“I’ll cuddle with you.” Michael suggested. Jeremy looked up at Michael, who gave him a slight smile. Jeremy agreed, and Michael climbed into bed with Jeremy.

The mystery figure was about to leave, but Jeremy didn’t let go of his hand. He sighed, slightly smiled, and crawled into bed with Jeremy and Michael.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Jeremy told Michael leaving the room. They were currently cuddling on the couch, when Jeremy had to leave for a minute. Sure, he’d be back but, Michael was really clingy when he was sick.

Yes, Michael is also currently sick, but Jeremy didn’t seem to notice. Probaly because it was just a small cold and he barley even had a fever, but he still felt bad. All he wanted to do was cuddle Jeremy.

* * *

After Jeremy got up that one time, Michael made Jeremy stay their with him. Phone call? Get your phone and come back. Want to grab something fron your room? Not happening! This has been going on for an hour, and honestly Jeremy was starting to get annoyed.

“What’s going on with you?” Jeremy asked. Michael looked at him confused. They normally cuddled. “You’ve been like super clingy, and not even letting me get up and stuff. Like, it’s something wrong?” Jeremy asked, as polietly as he could.

“I-um...I-“ Michael stuttered. He’d really like to just cuddle with Jeremy, but he didn’t mean to make his friend upset. “I’m sorry I-“ Michael cut himelf off again, this time because of a violent coughing fit.

“Are you ok? Are you sick?” Jeremy asked worriedly, feeling Michael’s forehead to see if he was running a fever. “A little bit.” Michael admitted.

“Michael??” Jeremy yelled, panicked. It was Saturday, which meant they would usually go over to one of their houses to play video games, however, he recived a phone call this morning from Michael. He was down right sobbing, and Jeremy could barley hear what he said. ‘Come over.’

“Michael??” Jeremy called again, searching the house to try and find Michael. He was about to text Michael to ask where he was, but then he heard whimpers coming from the bathroom. Michael.

Jeremy knocked on the bathroom door. “Michael?” He repeated. “Are you ok?” However, he just recived more cries. Jeremy finally decided to open the door. There was Michael, shaking and crying in front of the toliet.

“Mikey?” Jeremy asked, going to run his fingers through Michael’s hair, but something stopped him. His forehead. He was burning. Michael was sick.

“You’re sick?” Jeremy asked, to which Michael nodded, still sobbing slightly. Jeremy sat next to Michael for a few minutes, rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him door. Jeremy spoke again after a few minutes.

“Would you like some water?” Jeremy asked. Michael cringed. His throat felt so dry from vomiting, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep down water either. Michael shook his head no.

“I... can’t-“ Michael ran his fingers through his hair, it really hurt to talk. Jeremy noticed how Michael was straining his voice and shushed him.

“Ok, it’s ok. Would you like to go back to bed?” Jeremy asked kindly. Michael would love to lay back in bed, and go back to sleep. However, he didn’t think he could move without having the urge to throw up.

“Jeremy, it’s 8:00. You’re going to sleep already?” The Squip asked surprised. It could see from his hosts’ memories that Jeremy was a night owl, and it wouldn’t be surprising for him to be up at 11 or 12, even if he had school the next day. Now this, was surprising.

“Um...yeah? I’m tired.” Jeremy whined from under his duvet. The Squip sighed, and to Jeremy’s dismay turned on a lamp Jeremy had previously turned off to sleep.

“There’s no reason for you to be tired this early. You, thankfully, didn’t stay up all night on your eletronics last night, so you definitely got enough sleep. Unless...” the Squip trailed off, pressing his cold hand to Jeremy’s forehead, making Jeremy flinch.

“Stop, you’re hand’s cold.” Jeremy complained. The Squip removed his hand, but he knew what he felt. Jeremy was definitley coming down with something, he already seemed to have a fever, despite not showing any symptoms of whatever he was sick with.

“I’ll be right back, stay awake.” The Squip stated, walking to the bathroom to find a thermometer. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found one.

* * *

“Jeremy, wake up, I need to take your temperature.” The Squip explained, gentley shaking Jeremy to wake him up. Jeremy, had somehow fallen asleep in the five minutes that Squip had left to search for the thermometer. Jeremy woke up right away, annoyed at the Squip.

“‘M not sick!” Jeremy mummbled, turning away from the Squip, and closing his eyes again. The Squip rolled his eyes at Jeremy. The reason he was so tired was because he was starting to catch a cold or something.

“If you’re not sick why are you so tired all of a sudden? Also, why is your forehead warm?” The Squip questioned Jeremy while pratically shoving the thermometer in his mouth. After a few minutes it beeped, and the Squip took it out if Jeremy’s mouth, reading the temperature. 100.2 F. Low, but there.

“You have a fever, you’re sick.” The Squip concluded. Jeremy sighed. He knew the Squip just wanted to help, but this sickness was making him tired.

“Great! Can I go to sleep now?” Jeremy asked, annoyed. The Squip chuckled slightly, ruffling Jeremy’s hair, and turning off the light.