Chapter 1: Stomach Bug During Touring break.
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Dhani groans as he curls up next to you in bed. After coming back from the bathroom for the seemingly 100th time.
“How’s your tummy?” You ask not looking up from your book.
“Worse” he says weakly.
Dhani had come down with a terrible stomach bug as soon as the Tour break had started.
Of course he had to get terribly Ill as soon as The NewNo2 was on a tour break.
He curls into your side and you rub his stomach.
He groans as you rub a particular sore spot.
“Hurts” he whimpered.
“Ok I’ll stop” you say.
He nods and burps, then gags the signs that his body was ready for a purge.
He sits up coughing and gagging, before grabbing the trash can next to his side of the bed and vomiting into it.
You frown and toss your book aside to rub his heaving back.
He barely has anything left inside his stomach to puke up apart from some water and stomach bile.
Which hurts his throat as it comes up.
He coughs harshly and spits into the bucket. He finally lifts his head up and there’s puke dripping from his mouth.
He takes a deep breath trying to settle his body. You grab a tissue and wipe his mouth.
You hold it there just Incase he needs to spit again.
But he just burps.
“Nnngh that’s disgusting.” He says. 
“I know bub it’s no fun.” You tell him as you toss the tissue into the puke filled garbage can.
He groans and places the bucket on the floor before he flops back down on the pillows.
You lay down and slowly massage his lower stomach carefully.
“You think you’ll need the toilet soon?” You ask.
He nods. His symptoms would go back and forth between Vomiting and diarrhea.
Sometimes puking was first other times he was pooping his guts out.
At least he felt that way.
His whole stomach was a total mess and he didn’t feel comfortable trying to keep anything from coming out one end or the other.
It felt so yucky and he was extra cuddly because of how sick he felt.
He was always clingy when sick so you’d spend the days cuddling him and giving him comfort, medicine and liquids.
He snuggled close and let you rub his lower belly until it started rumbling.
He slowly got up and kept a hand on his stomach as he walked to the bathroom to empty his bowels.
When he comes back his hand is still on his stomach.
“Any better yet?” You ask.
He whimpers and shakes his head. Then coughs.
“Later you can have a warm bath to see if that’ll help ok? Let’s rest for a bit first. You haven’t slept since this morning.” You tell him
He nods and gets back into bed with you.
You pull him close and resume rubbing his stomach.
He buries his head against your neck and relaxes in your arms. Soon your both fast asleep.
A few hours later.
Dhani wakes up drenched in sweat.
Every few hours he’d wake up sweaty.
Which made him feel absolutely disgusting like he had just run a marathon in the heat of a California summer.
He coughed and swallowed hard.
Then nudged you to wake you up.
You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with his long hair in his face and looking absolutely miserable.
"Even with no blankets, shorts and short sleeves huh?” You ask pertaining to his clothes that were supposed to help cool him down.
He nods weakly and gags.
“Woah no puking on the bed.
In the garbage can please.” You remind him.
He grabs the trash can and vomits. Then He coughs and spits.
“I think that’s the signal for a cold bath.” You tell him.
He groans. “But it’ll be cold!!!”
“I know but it’ll bring your temperature down. Especially cuz it’s clearly gone up.” You explain.
He sighs and brings the trash can into the bathroom so you can clean it up.
You grab him a pair of comfy clothes for him to wear afterwards.
Then go to start the bath you make sure the water is warm at first. Then you’ll let him stay until the water cools.
You take the trash can from him to clean it out.
Your back facing him so he can get into the bath.
Once the trash can is cleaned of puke. You help Dhani wash up.
He’s more relaxed then earlier and seems like the bath has calmed his stomach.
After you’ve helped him clean up. You let him stay in the tub.
Then grab the thermometer to check his temperature once he’s done.
Soon the bath water cools and he’s shivering a little. You help him out and get wrapped into a towel.
Then help him dry off and change into the clothes you got out for him.
Then you get the thermometer and check his temperature.
“102.5 not as bad as 103.3 but still not great.” You tell him.
“The bath barely did anything!” He complains.
“Oh hush the baths are bringing your temp down and keeping you out of the hospital.” You explain.
He sighs and nods
You help him back to bed and get the trash can set up next to him again.
Then you give him medicine and water. He takes it. Then makes grabby hands towards you for cuddles.
You join him in bed and cuddle with him. Soon he falls asleep.
Awhile later.
You get up to go grab some light foods to try to have Dhani eat a little something.
Since his stomach seems to have settled enough.
It takes you a little longer then excepted. But you’ve managed to scrounge around and find a few things for him to try to eat.
When you reach the staircase. Dhani’s standing on the stairs waiting for you wrapped in a huge blanket.
“Why are you out of bed baby?” You ask worriedly.
You gently stroke his face feeling for if his fever’s risen.
“I woke up and you weren’t with me” he says sadly. He gives you puppy eyes.
“Need tummy rubs and hugs. Please?” He says.
“Sure thing baby.” You say, You nuzzle his face then take his hands in yours. Then you both return to the bedroom.
Where you help him eat a few bites of food and have a bit of water. Before resuming cuddles
Later in bed.
You cuddle him close and rubs his stomach and soon he falls back asleep. You smile and kiss his head before curling up next to him and falling asleep.
After a few days of rest and medicine and cuddles. He felt much better.
Chapter 2: Sick on Tour with ELO
Summary:
Dhani feels sick while touring with ELO. Jeff lynne takes care of him.
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Dhani sat backstage getting ready for a performance with his friend’s band ELO. He had been a part of ELO’s tour and he enjoyed it. Especially with his dad’s friend Jeff Lynn.
He was so excited to perform with them. Unfortunately he had started to not feel good earlier in the day.
A bit of a headache and stomach ache. He had taken many bathroom breaks throughout the day. He had coughing fits and had a sore throat too.
So something was terribly wrong with him and he groaned when he felt the pain from earlier return.
He grabbed at his stomach and ran to the bathroom to have bad diarrhea.
A wave of relief washed over him once he sat down to relief himself.
It felt good to empty his stomach of whatever was causing this bout of diarrhea.
He rubbed his stomach trying to soothe his aching gut. 
He swallowed hard when he suddenly felt nauseous. “No no no! Not now we are going on in ten minutes!” He said allowed to himself.
He grabbed the trash can and lurched forward vomiting into the trash can. He coughed and gagged and puked again.
Then he pushed out the last of the runny waste in his system.
Then cleaned himself up as best he could flushed away his mess and put the trash can where it belonged.
Then went to finish getting ready for the show despite his stomach feeling so much worse and the rest of his body began feeling warm and he was sweating.
Jeff came and knocked on his dressing room door.
“Almost ready Dhani?” Jeff called
“Yeah I’ll be right there!” Dhani called back wincing when he felt pain in his throat. Thankfully Jeff didn’t seem to notice.
Awhile later.
Dhani was about to go on stage and boy did he feel awful. His stomach was rolling over and over. His throat felt bad like he was swallowing knifes.
Jeff came to check on him.
“Are you ready Dhani?” Jeff asked him.
Dhani nodded. “Yeah” he gets up and grabs his guitar and followed Jeff out, his stomach rolling and flipping.
He had one hand on his guitar and the other on his stomach which had started to bloat quite a bit.
Jeff looked him over like he was concerned but he brushed it off.
He performed fine but was feeling worse and worse with each passing minute.
Once he was done he ran back to the bathroom to go to use it. Then he returned to the dressing room.
He grabbed the trash can and put it down next to the couch. Then he got comfy on the couch and fell asleep.
Awhile later
Dhani had no idea how long he had been asleep. Jeff woke him up to go back to the tour bus.
“Dhani are you ok? You didn’t stay to watch us and you’ve been asleep since you got off stage.” Jeff said.
Dhani coughed and sat up. “No I’ve been sick since early this afternoon.”
Jeff frowned and felt his forehead.
“You do have a fever. Let’s get you to the bus. Then I’ll have a medic look at you.” He said.
Dhani nodded and got up to head to the bus with Jeff helping him.
Once on the bus
Dhani was checked out by a medic and it was determined he had a stomach bug.
After that Dhani went to his bunk bed to sleep.
Jeff set up the puke bucket next to his bed and checked his temperature. It was 102.9.
“That’s not good Dhani. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jeff asked.
“I was feeling alright enough to perform. Then I felt worse after.” Dhani explained.
“I’ll get a hotel room for us. It will be better for you then staying on the bus ok?” Jeff said to him.
Dhani nodded and smiled. “Thanks Jeff”
Awhile later
Dhani groaned as he felt the familiar pain from earlier return and unfortunately they were still on the road to a hotel and the number one rule of riding on a tour bus. Don’t poop in the bus bathroom.
He reached over to tap Jeff on the shoulder.
“Hey can we pull over I need the bathroom.” Dhani said weakly.
Jeff nodded and went to get the bus drive to pull over.
He handed Dhani a roll of toilet paper. Dhani thanked him and went outside and found a place to do his business.
Once he felt empty. He cleaned up and returned to the bus.
Later at the hotel.
Dhani immediately crawled into bed after showering and changing into pjs.
Once he was in bed.
Jeff set up the trash can as a puke bucket, tucked Dhani into bed and put a bottle of water and medicine on the night stand.
Dhani smiled weakly.
“Thank you Jeff”
“You’re welcome Dhani. I told your dad I’d always care for you no matter what.”
Dhani smiled as he closed his eyes to fall asleep. Jeff stayed by his side as he slept.
Chapter 3: sick on tour with Mereki
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Dhani felt exhausted as he got on the tour bus after doing a performance with his girlfriend Mereki. They had been on the road for about two weeks. Unfortunately there was a bad cold going around the crew and band members. Dhani hoped he wouldn't catch it.
Later that night.
Dhani started feeling sick. He had a headache a sore throat and a stuffy nose. Great a cold just what he needed while on tour. Not!
Mereki who was sleeping beside him. She listened to his open-mouthed breathing and she was concerned.
By the next morning. Dhani was having sneezing and coughing fits almost nonstop. Or at least it felt that way.
Shivers wracked his body and he just felt miserable. Mereki checked his temperature and it was only 101.2. "I hate being sick on tour!" Dhani whined.
"I know I know. Our schedule's been cleared so you can rest ok?" Mereki reassured him. Dhani nodded.
He hated the thought of canceling because of a bad cold but he didn't feel like arguing especially when he felt so crummy.
They went to a hotel so Mereki could take care of Dhani better and he could rest easier.
Later after Dhani showered changed into comfy sleepwear and got into bed. Mereki gave him water, medicine, and chicken noodle soup.
Dhani smiled weakly as Mereki helped him eat the soup. "Thanks" He mumbled. Mereki smiled and kissed his forehead.
Once Dhani had eaten most of the soup, used a tissue to get the gunk out of his nose and had a few more sips of water. He curled up in bed and fell asleep. As Mereki cuddled him and stroked his hair.
After a few long days of rest, medicine, and TLC from Mereki. Dhani felt much better and ready to continue the Tour.
Chapter 4: The interview
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It was a normal day for you as a Television show host. You were excited because today you'd be interviewing Dhani Harrison. The son of the late, great George Harrison.
You were a huge fan of both of them but especially Dhani.
You prepped for your interview and couldn't wait to meet him.
When he arrived at the studio he didn't look so good which made you super concerned.
He greeted you with a smile and was friendly but he seemed sickly. He looked awful, pale, sweaty and his eyes looked sunken with eye bags underneath.
A few minutes later.
You start the show and introduce yourself and then you introduce Dhani as your guest for the show. The audience cheers as Dhani walks on and waved to the crowd and went to say hi to you again.
The interview went well but he was sweating throughout and during commercial breaks Dhani would excuse himself to the bathroom or his dressing room.
He performed as well but his voice sounded raspy and abnormal like something was off.
After his performance he returned to his dressing room coughing.
You follow him to his dressing room and knocked on the door.
"Come in" came the sickly reply.
You step inside and gasp.
Dhani's curled up on the couch a puke bowl in hand. The trash can next to him is filled to the brim with tissues.
"Oh my goodness are you alright?" you ask concerned about his well-being.
He shakes his head and coughs. He's sweaty and looks weak and tired.
He looks up at you and immediately apologized for being sick and ruining the interview.
"Dhani it's ok you could have canceled and we could have rescheduled." You tell him.
"But I heard you were a huge fan" he says with a smile.
That statement makes you blush and smile at him.
"Oh you're too kind but it wouldn't have upset me if you'd needed to reschedule." You tell him.
He nods his head and closed his eyes trying to relax for a few minutes. You brush the hair out of his face and he smiles.
"Thank you." He whispered
"You're welcome." You reply with a smile.
Awhile later
You go to check on Dhani to find him asleep on the couch. You realize the puke bowl he had been given by your staff is full of puke. You take it away to clean it.
Normal people would have been bothered by vomit but you weren't bothered by it at all.
Once you come back he's still asleep.
You place it on the table by the couch and leave to see if his tour bus is coming to get him and his band.
When you go back to check on him after everything has been arranged.
You find him vomiting and coughing into the puke bowl.
You rush to his side and help him through it.
Once he finishes you grab a tissue and wipe his mouth. He coughs.
"Sorry" he says weakly.
"Oh don't be sorry Dhani" you say.
"When's the bus going to come get me?" He asked.
"Almost here." You tell him.
Awhile later when he's asleep again you leave a friendly note and the soup you brought for yourself for lunch. You decided to give it to him instead.
Then later when you return to that dressing room after Dhani and his band left.
You find this note and a autographed photo of him.
Dear Y/N Thank you for your friendly hospitality despite me feeling too sick to enjoy my time with you. I think you're wonderful and I apologize for causing you to be concerned about me. As soon as I'm feeling better. I'll be back for sure. The soup was great and did wonders for my stomach.
Sorry I wasn't feeling my best. I hope you can forgive me. Take my phone number and a autograph photo as recompense. I'd love to see you again.
Take care
Dhani x
You gasp and smile at the photo and his note. You take both of them home once the show is done for the day and shoot him a text.
Y/N: Hey it's me Y/N just checking in on you.
Dhani: Hey thanks just took medicine for the night I'm off to bed. Still feel rather crummy but doing alright.
Y/N: Good get some rest, have a good night
Dhani: thanks you too I'll see you soon once I'm better.
Y/N: that'd be perfect :) Goodnight Dhani
Dhani: Goodnight Y/N
Chapter 5: The Newno2 Tour Disaster
Notes:
Taken from my Dhani Harrison sickfic on Wattpad.
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It started with Jeremy and Oliver. They caught a terrible stomach bug. They continued to play through their illness but it made them feel worse.
So the next few days of shows were postponed. The mics then malfunctioned at the next two shows.
Then after that. The crew members started getting sick too. And the rest of the band.
Dhani was determined to stay healthy and avoid getting the horrific stomach flu that was making everyone so miserable.
It kept them up all night and they all were exhausted come morning. The medics were stretched thin.
So doctors were brought in to help some of the crew members.
Dhani was worried and hoped that things would calm down soon because it was turning into a disaster.
The next morning things were even worse.
Dhani woke up to a horrible stomach ache, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and exhaustion. Some of the same symptoms as Jeremy and Oliver. And everyone else.
Dhani ended up in the bathroom being super sick from both ends and practically destroying the tour bus toilet plumbing in the process.
Everyone else were still sick too. Everything was a mess and Dhani was so mad about it.
Why was everything going so wrong?
Dhani groaned as his stomach gurgled and bubbled. It hurt so much and the movement of the bus wasn't helping either.
"Dhani Are you in there? I gotta puke and Jeremy's hogging the trash can and Paul's got the puke bucket." Oliver called through the other side of the door. Oliver burped and gagged as if to prove his point.
"Dude I'm shitting my brains out. Leave me alone!" Dhani called back before gagging too.
"Great!" Oliver called sarcastically.
Dhani then heard Oliver rushing off. Probably to end up barfing in the small kitchen sink.
Dhani suddenly puked all over himself. Whether if it was sympathy puking or sick puking. Dhani couldn't tell. He was felling so awful and he could tell he was developing a fever.
the next thing he knows. All of them are being driven to the nearest hotel. Their bus driver must have been getting annoyed with all the vomiting and diarrhea. Of course everyone had originally agreed to keep going and working through all the malfunctions and sickness.
Unfortunately with how bad it had gotten. The rest of the tour was postponed and medics and doctors were waiting for them at the hotel lobby.
One by one they each departed the bus to be examined by doctors that had been called in to check everyone over. It was determined that everyone had an intense case of stomach flu.
So everyone was given a hotel room to be able to have their own separate sick spaces. The thought of having his own room and bathroom to be sick in was like heaven to Dhani.
He had been so miserable getting sick alongside his bandmates. He just wanted to be left alone to recover in peace.
The band headed into one elevator and some of the heathy crew members got their bags up to their floor on the other elevator.
Everyone started arguing as soon as they got into the elevator.
"This is just great what are we going to do..."
"I feel like shit this is ridiculous. We should have canceled as soon as Jeremy and Oli got sick."
"I can't believe this!"
Dhani groaned and rubbed his forehead he felt so disgusting and just wanted to shower and get comfy in pjs to lie down.
"Guys!" Paul hicks held up his hands and quieted everyone down. "I know things aren't looking great right now. However we'll be better off recovering at a hotel then on a bus."
The rest of the guys nodded. Everyone's stomachs gurgles as soon as everything was quiet.
"This sucks." Aaron said
Everyone agreed.
As soon as the elevator door opened on their designated door. They all went their separate ways. Dhani half walked-half sprinted to his room. He fumbled with the hotel room key. Before getting the door open.
He rushed into the bathroom immediately and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet bowl. He threw up and coughed.
Oh it hurt so much but it felt good to spew his guts out in something better then a bucket.
After puking, Dhani rinsed out his mouth. Then his lower stomach rumbled.
Uh oh!
Dhani ran to the toilet to have violent diarrhea. He groaned and rubbed his stomach.
Oh how he wished Mereki was there to rub his stomach and cuddle him. Unfortanly she was back in California. Over 4,000 miles away.
Once Dhani finished using the bathroom. He could finally shower and be able to slowly start feeling human again.
The warm water was a nice comfort after what felt like hours of misery.
After he showered and got into clean sleepwear. He got into bed and texted Mereki an update. He told her how sick everyone was and how they had to cancel the rest of the tour.
Dhani ended up falling asleep so he didn't read Merck's reply.
A few hours later.
Dhani woke up feeling so much worse. The nausea hit him like a truck and he was soon back in the bathroom vomiting and he was sweating again. He hoped everyone else was faring better than he was.
A few minutes later.
There was a knock at the door. Dhani groaned and burped. He slowly got up and went to the door. When he opened it. Paul hicks was there.
"hey Dhani you ok? I had a little kip and took some medicine. I'm doing alright now. I just wanted to check on you." Paul looked Dhani up and down and frowned. "Oh you look awful."
"Gee thanks." Dhani said before coughing. "How's everyone else?" "they were all asleep when I checked on them." Paul explained. Dhani nodded then gagged and rushed back to the bathroom to puke again.
Paul rushed after him. Paul and Dhani had known each other since they were kids. So they were close friends. Dhani groaned as he threw up again, His stomach was hurting all over again.
Paul rubbed his back and helped Dhani clean his face after he finished puking. Then Paul helped Dhani get back to bed. Dhani suddenly got emotional, he started crying. He felt so disgusting and the tour had to be cut short. It was all so overwhelming.
Paul frowned. "oh Dhan I think you caught the worst of it then all of us." Dhani looked at Paul with a panicked look in his eyes. "How do you know?" he asked weakly.
"You got sick very fast this morning. Ours took a few days to hit." Paul explained. Dhani nodded weakly. "Here I'll get a medic to give you some medicine Yeah?" Paul suggested. Dhani nodded. he hoped whatever medicine the Medic had would help.
A few mins later.
Paul returned with a young medic who gave Dhani some medicine for his fever and stomach issues.
Dhani took them eagerly as he just wanted to feel better and more human. After he took the medicine.
He sighed heavily then he laid down in bed.
The medic advised more rest and liquids. Then left the room.
Dhani took a deep breath and tried to meditate to center himself.
Paul stayed next to his friend to keep him company.
Dhani eventually gave up on mediating when his stomach started hurting again.
The medicine wasn't working yet. Which made Dhani frustrated.
Paul hicks handed him a water bottle. Dhani sat up and took it.
He drank some of the water. Then set it aside on the nightstand.
Paul looked at Dhani with concern.
"Doing alright now?" Paul asked worriedly
Dhani shook his head and started crying again.
Paul gave Dhani a big tight hug.
Paul hugged Dhani tightly and let him cry. Dhani was crying from pain, stress and Just feeling so stressed and tired.
"This sucks!" Dhani wails
"I know Dhan I know but we'll be better soon. It'll be ok." Paul told him.
Dhani continued to cry for a few minutes. Then he went to the bathroom to wash his face and then went and got into bed.
Paul stayed by Dhani's side until he fell asleep and he knew the medicine Dhani had been given was working.
Then Paul went back to his own room to keep recovering.
After a few long days they all recovered.