5SOS Sickfics

Hiding Something- CALM

Request for @az1127

Thanks for putting up with the slow updates. xx

Ashton's POV:

It was Saturday morning when it all kicked off.

Luke was grumbling in his bunk, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not so I just left him. Calum was on the sofa in the back room groaning over a gross cup of tea he kept spitting into. Michael had locked himself in the bathroom and wouldn't stop shouting about how he thought he was going to throw up but couldn't gag and how it was really frustrating him.

I laid in my own bunk, having already been up to make Calum the tea that at first he had sipped gratefully but was now made up of 60% saliva. I heard Luke roll over in the bunk above me, moaning loudly a few times, and for a second I wasn't sure what I was listening to.

"Fuck!" He said. I pulled back my curtain and looked up at where he was leaning out, looming ominously above me.

"Y'all right buddy?" I rubbed my eyes sleepily, a strong feeling of general illness washing over me for a couple of horrible seconds.

"M'gonna puke..." Luke closed his eyes in defeat. I wriggled out of my own comfortable bed, standing up and having to clutch a hand to my head to keep myself steady.

"Are you okay Ash?" Michael had emerged from the bathroom, with a bottle of water, looking concerned and incredibly pale.

"Yeah, yeah, stood up too fast. Tha's all, 'm okay," My words slurred together a bit as I yawned and patted the back of Luke's dangling head. Suddenly, the blonde boy gagged and then promptly threw up over the tour bus floor, covering the front of my precious pyjama pants and my icy blue cold feet.

Now it was my turn to curse.

"Shit! Luke! Aim at Michael next time, yeah?" I uselessly swiped at my front, smearing the bad-smelling substance around and probably just etching it into the fabric. Instead of answering my rhetorical question, Luke burped up some more vomit, which coated me in a thick, fresh coat of the stuff again. Michael rubs Luke's back sympathetically, and stares at him with caring eyes.

"Come lay in the back with me and Cal. I don't feel too good either, we can be sick together," Luke nods, eyes wide, hopping down from his bunk and avoiding the disgusting puddle on the floor that's making me feel sick. "You'll clean that up, right Ash?" Michael doesn't wait for an answer before taking a pale, shaky Luke to the back of the bus.

Stripping down to my underwear, I put my soiled clothes in the kitchenette sink, running hot water over them and adding in some clothing bleach Liz gave us before we left Sydney last. God, I miss those guys back home.

I have to wipe a tear from just underneath my eye as I feel myself getting emotional and head back to the bunks with a couple of washcloths and scrubs (small sponges with a hard rough side for cleaning dishes) in a bucket, leaving the clothes to soak. Tossing the bucket aside, I throw a cloth over the horrible puddle and mop slowly, rubbing the carpet clean and threadbare with the scrubs. I collect the dirty cleaning tools in my weak arms, kicking the bucket through the open door between the corridor and the back. I hear Calum yell a muffled thank you, but then I hear Michael gagging into it. Good timing, I guess.

Chucking my boxers into the sink of now lukewarm water, I slip away into the bathroom and start running the shower. As soon as I climb in, I instantly regret it. The hot water makes me dizzy, and the dizziness makes me feel sick. I cough up some thick, discoloured mucus and spit over the drain, desperately trying to contain whatever I ate for dinner inside my angry stomach.