A week later
Chase and Zoey were hanging out in the lounge while the other four hung out in the boys' dorm room. Chase was half asleep, laying his head in Zoey's lap. Chase hugged Zoey's legs as he started feeling intense pain in his stomach.
"What's wrong?"
Zoey asked, already having a clue what was wrong.
"Stomach..."
He winced and curled in on himself.
"What kind of hurt is it?"
Zoey asked, knowing that it could be nausea, aching, cramping or all of the above.
"Cramping."
Chase said, almost sweating. Zoey felt of his face and felt how warm he was. He definitely had a fever and he as shaking.
"Oh my god, it hurts..."
Chase complained. He was almost in tears.
"Alright, let's go to my room. You need to lay down and your room is too far. Can you stand?"
Zoey asked the sick boy as she offered him her hands.
"I don't know, it really hurts."
"Try to stand, baby."
Chase was able to stand for the most part, but it was painful. Luckily, they didn't have to go far to get to Zoey's room. When they got in there, Chase went straight for the bed, but ended up kneeling on the floor with his elbows on the bed.
"Zoey..."
Chase was in tears at this point and doubled over in pain and it was freaking Zoey out.
"Chase, we gotta get you on the bed, baby."
Chase nodded in agreement and was able to crawl on to the bed.
"Do you wanna try using a heating pad, baby?"
Zoey asked, remembering she had one. Chase gave a nod. Zoey got the pad and plugged it up by the bed. Chase rolled on to his back the best he could, letting Zoey lift his shirt to place the heating pad on his belly, using the hem of his pants to keep it in place.
"I'm gonna start it off on medium. If you need it higher, let me know, okay?"
Chase nodded. Zoey layed on the bed with him and cuddled him.
"You may wanna call the others and tell them what's going on, baby."
Chase said.
"Alright, want me to see if they'll bring your meds?"
Chase nodded. Before Zoey got up, she planted a kiss on Chase's forehead.
"I feel like I'm gonna be sick.."
Chase said. Zoey got him two plastic bags and layered them together and gave them to him as she called the guys.
"Hey, can you and Michael being Chase's meds by my dorm again?... Yeah, he's sick as hell. He was doubled over in pain and he's in tears... Did Lola and Quinn go to class?... Yeah, he has a heating pad on his stomach right now..."
Chase was half listening to what Zoey was saying over the phone to Michael and or Logan.
"Logan and Michael are on their way, baby."
Chase nodded his head, focused on trying not to throw up. Zoey went back over to lay down with Chase, but carefully layed on the bed so she wouldn't shake up his stomach.
"The heating pad helping at all?"
Zoey asked, playing with Chase's hair.
"A little."
Chase said.
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Michael and Logan got to Zoey's room with Chase's meds and they were bothered by how miserable Chase looked.
"Chase, we got your meds, man."
Logan said, setting them on Zoey's night stand.
"Thanks."
Chase muttered.
"He's really trying not to get sick, so he's probably not gonna take one 'til later."
Both boys nodded as they looked at their sick roommate. Logan was close to tears at the sight of his friend being in so much pain. All Chase wanted to do was sleep off the pain and nausea. Chase layed there with his head on Zoey's chest, letting her play with his curls. Soon enough, Lola and Quinn walked in quietly, knowing that Chase was gonna be in there. Logan had texted Quinn after Zoey called him to let her and Lola know what was going on with Chase.
"How is he?"
Lola asked Zoey.
"He feels terrible, but he said the heating pad is helping. His nausea is still strong though."
Quinn turned to Logan as he made a sobbing sound.
"Logan... Chase is gonna be okay. He's just having one of his bad days."
Quinn tried to assure her boyfriend.
"Logan..."
Chase began.
"I'm gonna be fine, dude. I'm already feeling better. Just waiting on this nausea to subside is all."
Chase assured everyone, but mostly Logan at that moment. Everyone noticed that Logan had been more sensitive and caring ever since him and Quinn got together and since Chase got sick.
"Doesn't your medicine stop the nausea?"
Michael asked.
"Yeah, but right now I feel like I'll puke if anything even touches my tongue."
Chase explained.
-
After awhile, Chase was finally able to take one of his pills and the nausea started to ease off even more.
"Hi, baby. Feeling better?"
Zoey asked as Chase planted a kiss to her cheek.
"Yes, thanks to you, beautiful."
Chase flirted. He layed almost on top of Zoey and kissed her face repeatedly, making her smile and blush.
"I'm so glad you're feeling better, love. You'll be able to get treatment soon too."
"Yeah, the doctors called me yesterday and said that I'll actually have to have surgery instead of radiation treatment."
Chase told Zoey, getting the whole gang's attention.
"Wait, what?!"
Logan and Michael said in unison, making Chase jump.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Michael asked.
"Honestly, I crashed soon after the call and I completely forgot."
Chase defended.
"Did they say when?"
Zoey asked.
"I have a consultation with the surgeon next week. Will you go with me?"
"Uh, yeah. Absolutely not letting you do any of this alone."
"Thank you, baby."
Chase said, kissing Zoey's lips. Chase was really tempted to start a make out session with her, but obviously not with everyone in the room. Him and Zoey looked at their friends, hinting at them to leave.
"Ahem..."
Zoey cleared her throat, also wanting them out. None of them were budging, but they knew they wanted them out.
"Ugh, y'all suck."
Chase told them.
"Wanna just go back to my dorm?"
Chase offered to Zoey.
"Yeah, let's go."
-
Back at Chase's dorm, him and Zoey sat on the couch and cuddled as they began their little make out session. The two were just happy that Chase would be getting rid of the tumor soon. The thought of surgery scared all of them, but if it'd get rid of the cancer, Chase was all for it.
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Probably only gonna do one more chapter of this story then do different ones. Decided to make this a regular oneshot book and not JUST sickfics.