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Nick - April Fools Bug

NICK POV

I had just gotten my permit to drive, and i was really happy and excited when Matt said he would let me drive to the meeting with the directors tommorow. Since it was Sunday night, i went to bed a little late, even though we had to be up earlier than normal to make the half an hour drive on time. I had just finished watching the latest episode of RuPaul's drag race and then turned off the television and all lights, walking to my bedroom.

I laid down and pulled the comforter over me, turning off my lamp and closing my eyes. I could feel the slight headache i had had all day slightly fade away. It took a few minutes of tossing and turning, but i eventually fell asleep.

A FEW HOURS LATER

I woke up and looked at my phone. The brightness was still up on high, and it made the pounding in my head worse. It read 3:42 a.m. I groaned, a dull ache settling in my stomach. I hope i'm not getting sick, i thought. I tried to fall back asleep, but the brightness of my phone woke me up, so i just settled on turning it on low and scrolling through tiktoks.

Before i realized, the alarm for my wake up call went off, blaring in my ears. I jolted awake, having fallen asleep again. I groaned again, rubbing my hands along my face. I tried to stand up, slightly forgetting that i was not feeling good at all. When my feet hit the ground and i stood up, i was immediately hit with a dizzy spell which made my head pound harder than before. The churning in my stomach was now a stabbing pain, causing me to double over, clutching my shirt.

I felt my mouth watering a bit, and i knew i was going to puke. I tried to run to the bathroom, but made it just before the toilet, throwing up in the sink. The taste lingered in my mouth, burning my throat as my stomach contracted over and over.

I leaned over the sink counter, turning the water on, washing the grossness down the sink. I felt a bit better, but everything still hurt a lot. I stumbled to my closet, throwing clothes on my bed, and sitting down. I didn't have any energy to do anything, barely being able to stand up.

I slowly removed my shirt and threw the new one on. I heard a knock on the door and sighed.

"Yeah?" i asked weakly, whimpering as the sound of my own voice hurt.

"Just making sure you were awake, we gotta leave in 15 minutes." Chris said.

"Chris? Can you come 'ere please?" i asked wincing. I heard the door open and Chris walk in.

"S'riously, you're not even dressed. And...ew...it smells like vomit in here. And holy crap, you don't look good." he stated, walking towards me.

"I don' feel good. That's why." Chris gave me a odd look.

"Okay, whatever makeup you have in your room and vomit smelling spray, just get rid of it. Okay. This is the worst day to fake sick okay? We have a meeting in 45 minutes. So get up and get ready. You're driving remember?" Chris said. I groaned internally. It was april fools day, of course my brothers wouldn't believe me now. I tried to prove to Chris that i wasn't sick, but whatever I did, he just brushed away as faking.

After Chris left the room, i gagged again, rushing to the toilet, but nothing came out, probably cause i haven't eaten today. I sluggishly threw some pants on, grabbing a new shirt because mine was already sweaty. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before walking, or tripping, downstairs. Matt and Chris were sitting on the couch, and when i walked into the kitchen, they just stared at me before continuing to talk. I opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing 2 Advil and swallowing them and drinking a few sips of water.

"Hey Nick? Did you know taking medication when you don't need it actually makes you sick?" Chris sneered, chuckling afterwards. "Nick is just faking sick. He dosen't want to do the interview." He explained to Matt, who believed Chris without even glancing at me.

"Really Nick? The oppurtunity i give you to drive and you want to fake sick." Matt said, scoffing. "We gotta go, get in the car. You should be lucky i'm still letting you drive after what you're trying to pull off."

I honestly didn't want to drive anymore, knowing how sick i was feeling. But i couldn't back out, they would only think i'm faking more and doing it for attention.

I put my slipers on, grabbing the car keys and walking to the car. I sat in the drivers seat and rested my head on the steering wheel. I heard my brothers chatting outside the car, so i sat up and turned it on. Chris got in and sat beside me and Matt sat in the back seat, where i would normally be.

I backed out of the driveway and onto the road, beggining to drive to the desired place. My head pounded more and my stomach lurched at every bump. I knew i wouldn't be able to keep it up, so when we reached an intersection, i pulled over and rested my hand on my stomach.

"Nick, the heck you doing? We're going to be late! Keep driving." Matt yelled, making my head pound worse.

"Guys...i can't..m' stomach hurts. Matt? Can you drive please? I don't feel good." I tried to explain, but only got a scoff in return.

"Really Nick? You're going to throw away your only chance at driving...over a stupid prank?" Matt sneered.

"It's not a prank. I actually don't feel well." I said, wincing as i whiped my head behind me, trying to look at Matt.

"Whatever Nick. Just keep driving." I took a sip of my water, trying to keep myself from puking. I took a deep breath, instantly regretting it and my stomach lurched, sending up bile to my throat. I tried to swallow it down, but it didn't work. I felt my mouth water and before i knew it, I quickly opened the door, coughing up the last bit of puke, before leaning back into the seat. I felt a bit better and luckily i missed most of my clothes, only getting a bit of puke on my shoes, but i had another pair in the trunk.

"What the heck Nick! You made a mess in the car that YOU'll have to clean up. What's in your cup anyways. Oatmeal and carrots with fart stink spray? You're going to far Nick." I whimpered, my head pounding.

So now here i was, back on the road, driving to the board meeting. I still felt ill, every bump hurting my head more and more. After a tormenting drive, we finally arrived at our destination. I stopped the car, clambering out and grabbing my other pair of shoes. I tried to bend down to put them on but it made me dizzy so i sat on the hot cement, sluggishly putting on my shoes.

I stood up, grabbing the trunk of the car for stability before i felt good enough to continue walking into the building. Matt was standing there.

"We're late, hurry up Nick. Your trick didn't work, did it?" He snapped

"Whatever" I mumbled.

We walked towards the office, taking a seat on the uncomfortable chairs. We talked about new merch, production and other similar things. All i was trying not to do was pass out. As soon as it was over, we all stood up to shake the directors hand. I felt dizzy and all of a sudden, my stomach rolled. I tried to let it be, but it hurt too much. I ran out of the room and tried to find the closest bathroom. I seen the stalls and right before i reached it, vomit spilled out of my mouth. I coughed, unable to breathe during it. It wasn't giving me a break. I could see the sillouhettes of Matt and Chris running up and hearing faint voices, but i was already gone. I fell to the floor, feeling a hand on my forehead.

"He's burning up! Call a medic." was all i heard before i passed out.

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Sorry for the slow updates, been busy :)....I'm going to take a break from writing for a while. Umm, my close friend passed away yesterday, so i'm going to just take a break to process it all, but i'll still be active. I hope you guys are doing okay. Love y'all.