Sturniolo Sickfics

Matt(1) - headache

Tw: crying, swearing, headache, anxiety, nausea, fainting

It's 4 in the morning, Matt is laying face down on his bed feeling exhausted and anxious. Since he got up the morning, he has had a terrible headache that seems to get worse as the day continues. It wouldn't be that bad if today wasn't thursday, meaning he and his brothers had to film a video and he had to drive around the city to look for a safe parking lot. He doesn't want to complain though, he knows how his brothers, especially Nick would react if he told them he couldn't film today. For Matt, that meant he couldn't say anything towards his brothers, he has to suffer in silence. Matt hates to be alone when he doesn't feel well, he needs someone to lean on, someone to assure him that it's going to be alright. He is pretty sure the headache is a result of his anxiety, he felt on edge for a couple of days now. Maybe filming a car video wasn't so bad, Chris and Nick will for sure keep his mind occupied and distract him from both the pain and his anxiety. But he had to get in the car and drive to achieve this type of relief.

Matt sighs and turns around, now facing the ceiling. Maybe he should go to the kitchen to get some painkillers, nothing wrong with that. He slowly gets up, his head pounding and feeling 100 pounds heavy. He almost gives up to lay down again but he pushes trough the urge and gets up. Luckily he doesn't feel dizzy and makes it to the door without any incidents. The walk to the stairs also feels easy, now Matt has to walk down stairs though. He sighs and takes a deep breath in, grabbing the handrail as he cautiously takes a step forward. Focusing so much on his movements makes the way down way easier than Matt expected.

He takes the last step and now stands in the hallway leading to the living room and next to that, the kitchen. Matt trots down the hallway towards the living room, looking directly at the floor infront of him, not realising someone got up from the couch and walking in his direction.

"Matt? What are you- you okay, kid?"
Shit. That's Chris. Matt immediatly feels his anxiety sky-rocketing.
"Uh, yeah sure. Why you asking?", Matt replies, paying attention to his brother's reaction. Chris already has a worried look on his face, Matt's reply doesn't really change that.
"Matt, it's half past 4 in the goddamn morning and you're not a night owl like me. What's up, kid?", Chris questions him further.
"I was just, uh, a bit thirsty. Yeah. Nothing to worry about."
"If you say so", Chris gives up and walks passed him. "Goodnight, sleep well, buddy."
"Yeah, you too."
Matt takes a deep breath in and out when he doesn't hear his brother's footsteps any longer. A wave of relief flows through him as he continues his walk towards the kitchen. He finally makes it and proceeds to look for the drawer with the pills in it, but it takes him longer than expected. Maybe because he didn't put the light on to calm down his head. He rummages the kitchen, not realising how loud he is, only being able to hear his own heartbeat ten times the normal volume and his ears weirdly ringing. The ringing gets louder, Matt stops his search. He feels weird, as if he... is floating? His headache was now so bad he felt slightly nauseous and really hot. Dizziness was also slowly, but surely kicking in.
'I should sit down', he thinks to himself, heading for the chair on his right. He stops in his tracks, irritated.
'Wait, wasn't the chair on the left side?', he asks himself. His breathing slows down, getting more shallow. His headache was now unbearably painful. Right as he takes another step, his body goes limp and Matt collapses on the floor, not without hitting his head on the seat of the chair.

The sound of something heavy hitting the floor is enough for Chris to jump out of his bed and hurrying down stairs, running trough the hallway, looking for the source of the noise.
'What the fuck was that? Was that Matt? Did he drop something? What could make that sound?'
He steps into the kitchen and turns on the lights, not expecting to see anything. But then-
"Oh my fucking god! Matt? Are you okay? Matt? Matt!"
He runs over to his brother who is laying on the cold floor, not a single limb moving. He leans over him, slightly slapping his cheeks to wake his brother up.
"Matty, please get up! Matt!", he continues yelling at him. As Chris looks him up and down, Matt finally moves his arm slightly. Chris stares at it and immediately grabs his hand, sqeezing it a little bit. Matt's eyelids flicker.