John's phone buzzed with an incoming call, interrupting his quiet evening at home. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw that it was Mick, his bandmate. With a sense of anticipation, he answered the call, curious about what Mick had to say.
"Hey Mick, what's up?" John greeted, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Hey John, I've been thinking. How about we hit the road again?" Mick's voice crackled through the phone, his excitement palpable.
John's eyebrows shot up in surprise. It had been a while since they last toured, and the idea of going back on the road stirred a mixture of emotions within him. "That sounds like a great idea, Mick. But shouldn't we discuss this with the rest of the band?" he suggested, his tone cautious.
Mick chuckled on the other end of the line. "You're right, John. I was just so excited, I couldn't wait to tell someone. Let's do a video conference with the others tomorrow and discuss it further," he proposed.
"Sounds like a plan, Mick. I'll let the others know," John agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
After hanging up with Mick, John pondered over the idea of hitting the road once more. It had been a while since they last performed together, and the thought of being back onstage with his bandmates filled him with a sense of nostalgia and excitement.
But before making any decisions, John wanted to hear Christine's thoughts on the matter. Opening the group messaging app, he scrolled through the list of contacts until he found Christine's name. With a sense of determination, he pressed the call button next to her name, hoping she would answer.
To his surprise, Christine picked up almost immediately, her voice sounding hoarse and tired. "Hi, John," she greeted softly, her tone subdued.
John's concern spiked at the sound of her voice. "Christine, you sound unwell. Are you alright?" he asked, worry coloring his words.
Christine sighed softly. "I've been feeling under the weather for the past week. Can't seem to keep anything down except liquids. Every time I eat, I end up throwing up," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. after this she admits that she's thrown up quite a bit and as a result her throat is a little sore which is why she sounds the way she does, John apologizes that she feels so bad and asks if there's anything he can do, telling her that he doesn't mind flying over to England Christine hesitates for a moment before responding, "I appreciate the offer, John, but I think I'll manage. It's just a bug, nothing serious."
But John wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? You sound really sick. Maybe having someone around could help ease your discomfort," he suggested, his concern evident.
After a moment of silence, Christine relented, "Alright, John. Maybe having some help wouldn't be the worst thing."so after Christine agrees he hangs up and packs and then gets a last minute flight and flys over to England, once he lands he rents a car and drives to Christine's After parking outside Christine's place, John dialed her number once more, waiting for her to pick up. "Hey, Christine, it's me again. I'm outside. Can you tell me where you keep your spare key? I don't want you getting up," he said, his tone filled with concern.
Christine hesitated for a moment before responding, "Sure, John. It's under the potted plant by the front door."
John let himself inside and made his way to the living room. The sight that greeted him tugged at his heartstrings – the coffee table covered in used tissues and cans of ginger ale. Determination etched on his face, he grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and began to clean off the table.
As he started cleaning, Christine spoke up from the couch, her voice weak but grateful. "I was planning to do it once my stomach settled," she admitted.
