5SOS Sickfics

Appendicitis- Luke

This is a request from 3mfanfic , who is possibly one of the nicest people I've ever met! That's saying a lot, because I've met a LOT of people, even with my social anxieties. Thank you for 4k! I'm nearly at 200 votes too.
Ik I already posted something that thanked you guys for 5k, but I started this one earlier and I like thanking you for everything.

Narrative (personal): sorry if you don't get what I mean, you'll grasp it soon

Luke Hemmings had been feeling bad for a few days. Luke Hemmings was in a band, which, on that fateful night, would be playing a sold-out show to thousands of fans. Luke Hemmings wasn't sure he wanted to play that night, he was sure something would go dreadfully wrong. He didn't tell anyone that he was feeling under the weather, he thought it wouldn't matter. That's just the way Luke Hemmings is.

See, the thing is, maybe it would have been a good idea to tell someone he was feeling bad. That way, someone could keep an eye on him and make sure nothing terrible happened. But Luke Hemmings doesn't like people fussing over him. That's just the way Luke Hemmings is.

So, when Luke woke up that morning, he dragged himself down the cramped tour bus hallway and into the kitchenette, where his band mates were having fun.

"Sleeping beauty has awoken!" Ashton exclaimed. Right, let us pause this scene, let me explain.

Ashton is the drummer, he had mid-length, dirty blonde curls and the most mesmerising hazel eyes; he stood, grinning, as if to show off his dimples, beside the counter, Vegemite toast in hand. Michael, the lead guitarist, was sat, blonde hair flowing in the sunlight, near the window, watching YouTube compilations of Luke falling over and tripping on stage; his eyes were the most peculiar green, and his skin paler than most, light stubble grazed the lower half of his face. Finally, Calum (the bassist) was sat next to Michael, laughing over his shoulder at the currently frozen image of Luke mid-fall, on stage at Wembley a year ago; his hair was short and dark, an impromptu blonde streak running through one side, his eyes were the colour of dark chocolate, skin a shade of pale coffee, and a smile that could light up a whole town. Luke stood, slumped slightly in the doorway, bags beneath his eyes from lack of sleep, blonde hair disheveled, the sky blue of his eyes now a full grey.  He was unwell, but nobody knew.

Recommence the scene.

"Luke!" Michael paused his video, stuffing his phone away to prevent the singer from seeing his previous engagement.

The rest of the morning passed quickly, but sharp pains shot through Luke's poor stomach at regular intervals, and by lunch it was starting to get to him.

"It wasn't this bad before," Luke muttered as he leant over the toilet for the fourth time that day, the pain making him physically sick. He gagged again, trying his best to be quiet. Another pain ripped through him, worse on his right side than his left. He rubbed the spot in attempt to soothe it, but unfortunately this action had no positive effects whatsoever. Luke ended up with his poor dizzy head stuck in the toilet for another 15 minutes.

-

*time skip to the show bc I'm lazy af*

Luke tried his hardest. He really, truly did. He tried to finish the show for the fans and be halfway decent at least, but he just couldn't. His stomach hurt so much, and he thought he was going to be sick every time he opened his mouth. Which was a lot. Halfway through 'Heartbreak Girl', Luke decided he was going to be sick. Michael ran up to him and tried leaning against him as he rocked out on his worn electric, eyes screwed shut and arm muscles working hard. That was when Luke gave up; he couldn't even hold himself up properly, he was gripping the mic stand and his knees were shaking violently. He turned his head to the right, in order to avoid ruining the expensive microphone, and promptly vomited all over his best friend. The whole band stopped moving. The crowd screamed in disgust. Or just pity, they scream at everything, nobody can tell why anymore. Michael took his soiled guitar off his sticky body and set it silently on the ground. He wrapped an arm around Luke's broad shoulders, as Calum ran over to remove the instrument from the floor. Luke doubled over and vomited again, but this time there was something wrong. There were streaks of red running through the browny-yellow. Blood.

Michael false chuckled as the crowd yelled and Luke collapsed into his arms, Ashton coming to help lift the singer off the stage. They laid him on a sofa backstage, while Calum stalled and some people cleaned up the stage. Luke's guitar was now propped up in the corner, dripping with sweat and vomit. Screaming in extreme pain, Luke rolled over, clutching at his aching side.

"Buddy, it hurts here?" Ashton put his hand over the top of Luke's, caressing it slightly.

Luke nodded as best he could. It was just his right side, and now he was beyond the point of throwing up, it struck him. Appendicitis. Luke Hemmings had appendicitis. He would need an operation and stitches and anaesthetic and-

He was panicking, yelling, crying. Michael and Ashton engulfed him in a hug as they patiently awaited the ambulance management had called. Luke was going to be okay. Sure, he would panic, but he would get through it. Luke would be scared, Luke would not know how to handle it, but Luke would get through it. That's just the way that Luke Hemmings is. And nobody could change him.

Unsure about this style of writing.

Thoughts? 😁