• Why Don't We Imagines •

"I'm Fine." ~ DSxCB

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Ship: Dorbyn
Warnings: sickfic
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I lean over the toilet, emptying my stomach for the second time today. Tears pricked my eyes as I held in my sob. I hated this, all of this. I know today is a big day for us, and I still decided to get sick. Today was the day we came back from our hiatus, the day we had a show to start off the release of our tour dates.

"Daniel? You almost done? We have soundcheck soon." Corbyn's voice says through the door.

"Yea yea, um I'll be out in a sec." I say, leaning my forehead on my arm as I will away the urge to puke. I flush the toilet and wash my hands before rinsing out my mouth. I leave the restroom, bumping into the blonde. He grabs my arm, stopping me from leaving.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I can't ruin today for him.

"I'm fine." I say, sending him a fake smile. He looked a little unconvinced, but let me go anyways. I walked into the backstage area, glancing out onto the stage. There was a few workers walking around but that's about it. The boys weren't there. Huh.

I walk backstage to the room they had for us, but once again, didn't see anyone. I walk back out to the stage, seeing the boys goofing off. They must have walked on after I left. Corbyn however was glancing at his phone in worry. My phone had buzzed, gaining my attention.

Corbs 😩:
Dani where are you??? We're at soundcheck and you're not here. You sure you're okay?

Dani 🥺:
I'm fine.

I sigh, locking my phone before walking on stage. Corbyn glances over, his eyes never leaving me as I walked over to the boys.

"What song are we doing first?" I ask, my arms wrapping around myself. I was cold, probably some side affect to my recent puking.

"Come to Brazil." Jack says as he slings an arm around Zach. The smaller brunette smiles at him, and the guilt only deepens in my chest. They look so happy. I can't ruin this for them. I have to tough it out.

"Hey are you cold?" I turn, seeing the blonde from before.

"Um yea but I'll be fine." He looks at me, completely unconvinced. He slips his hoodie off, handing it to me.

"Take it. You need it more than I do." I blush, sliding it on.

"Thanks." I mumble quietly, enjoying the warmth it brought. He smiles softly at me, but doesn't say anything.

Soon soundcheck is done and over. After another bathroom trip, I was waiting backstage, ready to go on with the other boys. I still had the blondes hoodie on, shivering as I got colder. I was freezing, frowning when I saw the boys perfectly fine in front of me in short sleeved shirts.

"Showtime boys." I let out a shaky breath, the blonde in front of me hearing it. He turns around, glancing at me.

"You alright? You're sweating." What? I touch my forehead and wince. I had a fever. Lovely. I glance at the sweat glistening on my fingertips before looking up. I don't look at the blonde, however.

"I-I'm fine." Corbyn goes to say something but Jon cuts him off.

"Cmon boys! Get up there!" Corbyn hesitates before listening to Jon and running on stage. I follow him up, smiling at the crowd. I already know my face will be all over social media soon, it being obvious I'm sick.

"Hello Los Angeles!" Jonah yells, causing the crowd to erupt. We started our song, singing a few more after that. It was our last song that got me.

"I still do, love you, hate you, I still do-" I stopped singing, Jack glancing at me as he continues to sing our duetted part. I couldn't stop the bile from rising up as I ran off the stage, barely making it to a trashcan.

I didn't want to, and god knows I tried everything I could to keep it in, but a sob soon left my lips. I ruined the show. I ruined this for everyone. I leaned on my arm as I stayed hunched over the trash bin on the floor. This was all my fault.

"Daniel? Hey, hey buddy are you okay?" Corbyn asks, gently placing a hand on my back. I shake my head, not moving. A second round comes up my throat, silencing my sobs for the time being. The boy started rubbing my back in soothing circles, quiet, soothing words leaving his lips.

"Bubba why didn't you just tell us you weren't feeling well?" He asks softly. I glance up at him, my watery eyes meeting his.

"I didn't want to ruin the show for you guys. B-but I did anyways. I'm sorry." I sob as I lean back over the trashcan, the boy frowning.

"Hey, hey you have nothing to be sorry for. It's completely fine. You didn't ruin anything." He says softly. My crying had slowly died down at his words, but didn't stop completely.

"Bub look at me." When I don't, he places his fingers under my chin, lifting my head. I glance at him, the boy frowning as he glances over my face.

"Let's get you cleaned up okay?" I sniffle, nodding. He slowly helps me up, but I keep the trash bin clutched in my hands. We make our way to the bathroom, the blonde lifting me onto the counter. He sets the bin on the floor before looking at me.

"Oh you poor thing. I'll make you feel better okay?" I nod, sniffling once again. The blonde gets a piece of paper towel, wetting it before gently running it over my lips.

"You're so pale baby. How long have you not been feeling good?" He asks as he tosses it in the trash.

"All day." I admit quietly, wiping my eyes as my lip trembles again.

"Hey shh shh, it's okay, don't cry." I look at him, trying so hard to keep it in.

"Let's get you to the bus baby. You need to get some rest." He says softly, grabbing the other trash bin that wasn't filled with vomit, handing it to me.

"C'mon." He helps me down, wrapping a secure arm around me as he leads me out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"Hey what happened?" Jonah asks, walking up to us.

"Daniels sick. He needs to go lay down, like now." The tall brunette nods, glancing behind us.

"We're gonna stay for the rest of the acts. Go ahead and take him to the bus to relax." So we do. We go to the bus, where the blonde helps me lay in my bunk, pulling off my shoes.

"Go ahead and rest baby. And tell us the next time you feel sick." I nod, blushing as he pecks my forehead.

"Thanks Corby." I mumble, slowly closing my eyes.

"Anything for you sweetheart." He hums, pulling the blanket over my body.

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