Noel Fielding sickfic

[Italiangirl]

If you want to know about what inspired me to write this story,read the topic I wrote about it,it's at the end of this one,I shared the link here.

Here's part 1:

PART 1
CONTAGION:
That night Noel had gone clubbing at a disco.
It was 01:00 AM and he DEFINITELY had too many drinks: he was basically WASTED and  felt dizzy from all the vodka shots he'd had.
At one point,he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl who was dancing alone in the corner: she was probably off her face as well,since she was shuffling around and waving her arms very clumsily,which is what you would expect from a drunk person.
Noel had chatted with her earlier that evening and had immediately noticed that she was sick,as she showed all the signs of a cold,mainly a really stuffy nose and the sneezes.
She was suffering from a cold indeed: 2 days before that night she had woken up with a sore throat,then her nose had started running and getting more and more congested and at last the sneezing started to appear until,before she knew it,she had a full-blown head cold.
That day was the worst one,her cold was in full swing as it had reached its peak and was certainly still very contagious,but she was "forced" to go out anyway by her overly eager friends,despite feeling terrible.
When they talked,Noel tried to keep the distance as much as he could (he didn't have time to be sick as filming was to start in a few days). But now he was too drunk to remember that he had to take those precautions,so he approached her and started dancing with her (after she had agreed to do so).
"HASSSHOOO! Ugh,I'b so sorry! I've got ad awful cold! *sniff*" she said congestedly.
She attempted to cover the sneeze using a tissue but wasn't very successful,so the infectious mist hit Noel's shoulders and he probably breathed it in too...
But he was so lightheaded and drunk that he didn't mind.
His attraction to her was so strong that he asked her: "Can I kiss you?"
She said: "Yes,if you don't mind getting sick!" and they kissed passionately on the mouth. As I've already said,he was so confused that he probably didn't even hear that.
They spent the rest of the night together and she kept sneezing,sniffling and blowing her nose all the time. Laura (that was her name) didn't want to spread her cold to anyone but she just couldn't help it,her nose was soo tickly and congested!
The next morning Noel woke up in his bed with a splitting headache: he had no idea how he ended up there,the previous night was a bit of a blur.
After a while,he managed to remember a few things and realised he was DEFINITELY going to catch that girl's cold!
"I can't get sick now! I have to film the last episodes of The Boosh in a few days!" He thought,but deep down he knew he couldn't do anything about it,he was practically doomed.

And there you have it! Let me know if you liked it. Stay tuned to read part 2! 

 

 

[Italiangirl]

PART 2
THE ONSET (Day 1-2):
2 days after that night spent clubbing,Noel woke up with a very bad sore throat: he felt like a thousand pins were pricking his throat and swallowing things was extremely painful.
He also felt very weak and tired and had a bit of a headache.
To make a long story short,he felt like crap and he knew full well that he was getting sick.
He made a cup of tea to soothe his poor throat but it did nothing to alleviate the pain.
After a while,he noticed that his nose felt a bit irritated and itchy,but even when his breath started to hitch because of the tickle he wasn't able to sneeze.
He sounded really hoarse and he had to clear his throat all the time: talking was a struggle and everyone winced at the sound of his voice,asking if he was coming down with something. He tried to deny it but he couldn't really hide it.
The next day when he woke up his throat was still sore but it was definitely better than how it was the previous day.
But now his nose felt really tickly and it started running like a leaky tap,so he had to sniffle a lot to try and clear it.
"IIIISSSHOO!" he sneezed wetly into his hands,leaving them absolutely SOAKED in clear,watery snot.
"This is going to be a bad cold",he said to himself,giving his runny nose a quick,snotty blow.
He really wasn't thrilled: he hated being sick and that cold couldn't have come at a more inconvenient moment than that.
Filming "The mighty boosh" sounding ridiculously congested wasn't ideal.
He didn't sound stuffy yet,but he knew the congestion was coming: every time he caught a cold,by the 3rd day or so his nose would always get awkwardly stuffed up,his m's and n's sounding like b's and d's. By that point it was impossible to hide his illness.
"ISSHOO!" He kept sneezing throughout the day,his nose getting runnier and runnier every few hours.
In the afternoon he had to meet Julian to discuss a few things about the script: Noel was sooo embarrassed because sniffling every 2 seconds and having to sneeze all the time is never fun in public.
He was blowing his nose when he heard the doorbell ring: he got up from his sofa and opened the door to find Julian standing there,smiling at him.
"Hi,Noel! How are you?"
"Hi,Julian! Ugh,I feel terrible.
I must be coming down with something..."
Then he sneezed into a crumpled,used tissue,almost as if he was trying to prove his point. He didn't want to get him sick,so he did his best to cover his sneezes.
Julian blessed him and then said: "Yeah,it's going around..."
Noel nodded and blew his nose again.
They sat at the table and started discussing the script,while Noel's cold was getting progressively worse: it was coming on quite fast!
"ASSHOOO! IIIKKKSSSHOO! ISSSHOO!" He had several sneezing fits which left him pretty congested so he was forced to blow his nose.
Julian,noticing his misery,asked him: "Are you all right? Are you sure you're able to continue? I can leave if you want."
Noel was not feeling well at all but he mumbled: "No,I'm not that sick! You can stay. *sniff* I just don't want you to catch this... Haaassshoo!" He winced because he was starting to sound congested.
Julian blessed him and said: "I'm serious,mate. You don't sound too good,you should get some rest!"
Noel rolled his eyes but then he sighed in defeat and muttered: "Yeah,you're probably right..."
Julian left and his cold-ridden friend went to bed with a tissue box,sniffling thickly and sneezing every five minutes.





 

Edited April 7, 2022 by Zumil4702