Johnson's P.O.V.
I opened my eyes and sat up. I gagged and kept gagging for about a minute. I then swallowed and kept doing it, trying to keep whatever was coming up down. My stomach kept convulsing and my throat seemed to shrink.
"Jack," I rasped.
It wasn't loud enough so I pulled out my phone.
J: Jack can you come here?
Pretty soon Jack was standing in my doorway.
"Yes," he asked.
"I don't feel good. I feel like throwing up."
"Oh come on, you're so paranoid. Just because Sammy was sick a few days ago doesn't mean you've caught it. Now get ready for the concert."
"Sup Jacks," Nate asked.
I looked to see Nate and Sammy behind Jack.
"You alright Johnson," Nate asked.
"He's pretending he's sick," Jack answered.
I rolled my eyes.
"Wow Johnson even this is a new low for you," Sammy said.
"Whatever."
"Get up and get dressed," Jack said and then shook his head.
They left and I started getting dressed. I hurt my muscles as I kept moving them and my stomach hurt really bad, but I still kept going. They think I'm faking. I'm not faking. I let out a retch and then dashed for the bathroom, my fist on my lips to try to keep me from throwing up. I pushed the door open and dropped to my knees in front of the toilet. Well at least they'll know I'm not faking. All of a sudden music started blasting. Fuck! I put my hands on the side of the toilet. I retched again, which turned into a nasty, chesty cough. This kept happening. My stomach was torturing me.
"God da-"
I was interrupted by another retch which sped my heart up and hurtmt stomach even more. Come on! I started making myself gag, tired of the dry heaving. When that didn't work I stuck my finger down the back of my throat. I pulled it out and leaned over the toilet. A little bit of vomit came out and my stomach kept hurting. It felt like someone was squeezing my stomach as hard as they could. I need to eat. I splashed some water on my face and then went downstairs. I fixed myself some pancakes and then fixed some for the other boys.
"Come get breakfast" I yelled.
They all came in and got their plates and forks, then put pancakes on them. Sammy got the syrup and then they joined me at the table. I put syrup on my pancakes and started eating.
"So we gonna have a good show today," Jack said with a smile.
"Yes," Sammy said.
"Jack are you wearing your hair down today," Nate asked
"Uh yea, I didn't feel-I mean want to style it today."
"Oh ok."
"Yea."
"We should be leaving."
We all finished, then out our plates in the sink.
"Johnson it's your turn tonight," Sammy said.
"I know. Let's just go."
My stomach was still killing me and the car ride didn't make it any better, in fact it made it worse. I tried to sleep, but the road was so bumpy that every time I was about to go to sleep, a bump would send my stomach flipping. As soon as the car ride was over, we got out and went into the building. I was dizzy and nauseous that I immediately went to the bathrooms.
Gilinsky's P.O.V.
As soon as we sat down, a stage guy came in.
"5 minutes."
We were late. Wait. Where is Jack?
"Hey where did Jack disappear to?"
"I don't know," Sammy answered.
"Have you seen him?"
"No not since we got out of the car."
"Let's try to find him then."
We got up and parted ways. Knowing Jack likes to plan things through, I had an idea he went to the bathroom as a part of his faking plan. I opened the door and knocked on the stall that had Jack's vans visible.
"What" he asked.
"Can you stop faking? We have to be on in 2 minutes."
I heard Jack retch and then something I didn't think I would hear. He was throwing up.
"Hey Jack. Let me in."
"Kinda busy."
He's retched loudly and then the sound of vomit splashing the water followed. He really wasn't faking.
"Hey look. I'm sorry I thought you were faking."
"It's fine."
"Let's go home."
*next day*
I was taking care of Jack when my stomach started hurting. I ran to the bathroom and immediately my contents spilled out.
"I see you caught it," I heard Jack say, "Or are you faking?"
I kinda laughed.
"Sorry for getting you sick."
"It's fine. This is what I get for thinking you were faking."
"You're fine too. Now let me take care of you."
"And I'll take care of you."
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