show me yours | matty healy

chapter thirty-three

October 19th 2016

Tommie huffs checking her phone again, then she decides enough is enough and forces herself to make her way to the bus.

She'd spent last night at her LA apartment with Caleb before they set off on tour again, she and Matty were supposed to be going for breakfast before they set off, but after twenty minutes of staying here she's grown tired and makes her way to the parked bus a few minutes from her apartment.

"Matty!"

The bus is silent, most of the guys are asleep, she passes Adam who's fallen asleep in the living area lifting the knitted blanket a gift from Carly up under his chin. She can see George's tattooed arm dangling from his bunk and Ross' head peeking out from the curtains as he awkwardly tries to fit inside the small space.

Yet Matty's bunk is empty, the curtains wide open, that is until she sees the bathroom door slightly open.

"Matty, you ready?" She asks knocking on the door.

He doesn't answer and she knocks again, "Matt? Can I come in?"

She pushes the door open and peeks her head in slowly, she sees his legs first, then her eyes travel up his body splayed out in the tiny box bathroom.

"Matt? Hey, get up."

She crouches by him and turns him over, nothing.

"Shit. Matt? Hey, Matty? George! George! Ads! Fuck, fuck, Ross!"

She can hear scrambling and thudding above the pounding in her ears, her hands are shaking as they pull Matty's head up, his eyes are half open, rolled back so only the white is visible. Her hands fumble opening his shirt and feeling for a pulse point, it's only halfway through she realises she has no clue what she's doing.

"Matt? Matty? Can you hear me, f-fuck... please?"

George is the first there, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his jeans and a hoodie he'd passed out in after a late recording session.

He's moving Tommie out of the way, then Ross is stumbling in, nothing but his boxers on as he rubs his eyes, "What's happening?"

"Fuck," His eyes widen as he looks down, "I've got the shower head."

He steps over Tommie to turn the shower on as George pushes Matty inside, when the cold water hits his chest it seems to wake him up. He's turning on his side and vomiting everywhere, Tommie turns herself away holding her breath so she doesn't do the same.

Adam's the last in, stumbling over his own feet, "What's happening?"

"Matt-" George cuts himself off as he looks down at Tommie raising his eyebrow as if to tell Adam something.

Adam nods, helping Tommie up to her feet, a hand firmly under each of her armpits to lift her. She struggles to gain feeling in her legs for a few moments and hangs weakly in his hold, "Come on, let's-"

"No, no, is he okay? What happened?"

"Just go outside-" George attempts, trying to keep Matty conscious and prevent him from choking on his vomit as he gags into the shower tray resting on his elbows with his forehead touching the cold plastic floor.

"I want to help."

"Tommie, go outside please."

She furrows her brow and tries to see past him again, hearing George calling Matty's name. "Tommie, pl-"

"Ads-"

"Tommie, just-"

"What's- Matt? Matty?"

She pushes Adam away to crouch by him, reaching out to push his wet hair from his forehead, George avoids her gaze, keeping the shower head pointed at Matty's chest.