5sos: All boys sick

Chapter 2

"What do you think got them so sick? They were fine before the concert," Zayn asked Liam quietly as they had finally gotten the ill boys to sleep, cool wash clothes laid across each of their burning foreheads.

"Do you think it could have been those Chinese food containers?" Liam wondered, "Maybe they got food poisoning,"

"Could be, I mean, they were the only ones who ate it because we had to leave before eating anything, so yeah..." Zayn shrugged and sat down in his chair occupying the Malum bed. Liam shrugged as well and nodded, sitting quietly in his chair beside the Lashton bed.

"Let's just hope they get better soon," Liam said. Zayn nodded in agreement and they then sat in silence as they watched over the sleeping boys.

*Michael's POV*

Ughh I feel so hot...what is this, what the fuck? I groggily opened my eyes to see a white ceiling and burgundy curtains lining the windowed wall beside me. How? What? Then I remembered the arena and the feeling sick and...the vomiting. As I remembered that part, the turning, nauseating feeling in my stomach came back from earlier, and this time with a vengeance.

I wrapped my arms around my middle and turned my head to the side. I saw Calum's sweat covered face facing mine, and vaguely wondered if I looked the same. Beyond him, I saw someone sitting beside the bed on their phone. Was that...Zayn? Why the hell was he here? I looked over to the other side of the room and spotted Ashton and Luke laying in a tangled mess of sheets and covers; beside them was Liam, fast asleep in a chair.

"Za-" my breath caught in my throat and I stopped to cough, "Zayn?" I croaked.

He looked up, slightly startled and then came to my side of the bed, "Hey mate, didn't know you were awake, how're you feeling?"

"Ugh, pretty shit actually," I confessed and then went back to wondering why he and Liam were even there in the first place.

"Why're you here..?" I asked, my brain finding it hard to understand anything.

Zayn smiled lightly, "We came back from the arena earlier and saw that Lou had texted saying you guys were ill. So we came over here to check on you," I thought for a moment and then nodded.

"We were s'posed to have a movie night..." I remembered, getting tired again.

"Yeah, that's alright though mate, you just rest. You guys have got it pretty bad I see," he then leaned down and removed a washcloth from my forehead that I hadn't even realized was there.

It was quiet for a moment, until I was  starting to fall back to sleep and felt my stomach suddenly turn, "Zay-" I gagged and flew my hand up to my mouth, sitting up quickly, but this only made me dizzy and gag once more into my hand. My eyes were clenched shut tightly, so I couldn't see, but I felt a hand lightly rub my back; I knew it was Zayn.  I gagged again, this time feeling vomit rise in my throat. I quickly opened my eyes, panicked now, and noticed that Zayn was holding a trash bin out in front of me. Taking that as a green light, I vomited into it. It hurt my stomach so much because I barely had anything in it from throwing up everything before; now it was just burning my throat.

I leaned back onto my pillow as I finished, and noticed Calum was starting to stir awake. I had probably woken him up with my retching, but I was too weak to care. I weakly wrapped my arms around my stomach and moaned, watching as Zayn left the room with the bin, probably going to clean it out.

"M-Mikey?" Calum whispered from beside me. I opened my eyes a crack to look at him and my.heart almost melted. He was drenched in sweat and his eyes were a dull color; all glassy.