hey, im pretty sick. can i request a fic in fahc where gavin sorta works himself sick and everyone has to convince him to Actually Rest amidst blatant lies like "im not sick! i dont get sick! i get results! *hacking cough and shivers*" until he literally passes the fuck out and is like... ok... maybe im a lil sick (mainly w/ ryan and/or geoff? also pls no vomiting... thx)
I can do this for you. Get well soon :)
He’s fine. Completely, one-hundred percent fine. No matter what anyone says about how awful he looks or how bad his cough sounds or the fact that he’s already used six boxes of tissues, he is fine. Gavin Free doesn’t get sick; he can’t afford to get sick.
He is fine.
“Dude, you look dead,” Ryan says startling Gavin when he places a cool, callused hand against his forehead. “You should go home.”
“You should go home,” Gavin retorts, sniffing loudly, ducking out from under Ryan’s hand and continuing to skim the blurred text scrawled across his laptop screen. “’m fine, Ryan. I don’t get sick; I get results…” his words trail off into a chest aching cough, his whole body tensing in pain. “Completely fine.”
Gavin squawks when Ryan hauls him to his feet, flailing around violently. He’s dragged across the room towards the couch and dropped onto the cushions, an audible ‘oof’ escaping from his lungs and turning into another painful cough.
“What the hell?” he exclaims when he’s capable of speaking, scrambling to his feet, only to collapse back into the cushions when his vision grays around the edges. “Okay, maybe I’m not fine,” he murmurs faintly, closing his eyes.