The whole misery really started at 05:30 in the morning when Luke was more or less gently awoken by Michael shaking his shoulder and talking something about having to get up and leave soon – however, neither he nor his bandmates were aware of that yet.
"What d'ya want," Luke mumbled through a whole lot of pillows he had collected from the hotel room before he had went to sleep. He still felt beyond tired, wondering why for heaven's sake Michael would voluntarily wake him at such an unacceptably early time, and couldn't be bothered to move a single inch.
"You need to get up, Lukey, we are leaving in half an hour," Michael explained and poked the tip of the other boy's nose with one of his small fingers. His boyfriend groaned as the memories came back slowly and he remembered why exactly he hadn't looked forward to today, even though they didn't have anything to do.
Technically, they had something to do, nothing linked to their job at least, but any activity that required getting up before 11:00 or moving more than thirty inches across the room was nothing Luke enjoyed. Especially as today they were due to do something particularly nasty.
"I don't want to, Mike," he whined into his pillow and clumsily grabbed the older boy's hand, pressing it against his neck. "Wanna sleep."
"I know, I'm just as tired as you are," Michael reassured Luke softly. "But we need to get it done. But hey – we can go back to bed again afterwards. Maybe even together."
"You needy idiot," Luke half-whined and half-chuckled, raising his head from his pillow to catch Michael's beautiful green gaze. "I don't wanna do anything but cuddle."
"Me neither," the guitarist protested. "And we'll do that. But now please get up, Ash is gonna kill me if I come back without you. He's already stressed because Calum menaced he's gonna set the hotel on fire."
"What a nerd," Luke chuckled, sitting up against his multiple pillows. Strangely, he found his vision getting slightly blurry as soon as his body was in a fairly upright position, but he brushed it off as nothing and poked Michael's hand, which he was still holding.
"Miiikeyyy," he whined, stretching out the vowels of his bandmates name. "I don't wanna go? Can we please just hide in the bathroom and stay there until Ashton gives up on looking for us?"
"Believe me, I wish we could do that," Michael said and booped the tip of Luke's nose once again, to which the younger boy responded with an adorably pouty grimace. "But we both know we need to get it done anyway and I don't wanna wait till we're going off to Germany. Alright?"
"Alright, I guess." Luke let out a deep sigh and slowly heaved his pale legs over the edge of the bed, frowning at them for a moment before using Michael's hand as support and getting up from the mattress. "Promise me we'll cuddle later?" he demanded as he loosely wrapped his arms around Michael's hip and leaned into the older boy. He was still feeling beyond tired and honestly didn't want to do anything but sleep right now.
"We will cuddle all day," Michael promised and that was how Luke ended up at the doctor's office 45 minutes later.
Throughout the ride there nobody talked, not even Ashton who had occupied the passenger seat, leaving Luke and Michael to take the back, which the two boys didn't really mind, though. Luke wasn't exactly in the best mood when they entered the office and were told by the secretary to take a seat in the waiting room.
He hated doctor appointments more than anything, especially as he feared needles and didn't like having someone apart from his bandmates or family check him out. However, he understood they needed to get their check-ups done before they went to Europe, where they could catch foreign germs or viruses their body couldn't fight well.
