Calum's P.O.V.
I woke up and immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom of the tour bus. My stomach hurt before I went to sleep, but it had gotten worse. I flipped up the lid of the toilet and placed one of my hands on the top of it, then bent down and retched. I did this a couple more times and then my dinner made a reappearance.
I sniffled and took a piece of toilet paper, then wiped my mouth with it. I threw it in the toilet and flushed. I then brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. I was a little pale but I looked better than I felt. I got done and then went back to bed. I covered myself with the blankets and then closed my eyes.
"Calum get up," Michael said and shook me.
My stomach twisted again, making a sound. I felt so nauseous and the shaking was just making it worst.
"I don't feel good, stop shaking me."
He sucked his teeth at me and I opened my eyes.
"Calum we have a concert to do in a couple of hours, please just cooperate."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you need to just get up. If you were really sick, you would be showing some symptoms."
"I threw up last night," I practically screamed, "Don't I look a little pale?"
"No and you only get angry when you don't get your way."
"No I don't. I'm angry because I'm sick and you don't believe me."
"Why would I?"
"Because I'm saying it."
"And I've been lied to before."
"That was Luke and Ashton you ass!"
"Woah I don't like your tone. Get up."
"Whatever you'll be feeling really guilty when something happens."
"Yea and I doubt it will be something other than fake puke or whatever you're claiming to be sick with."
"Yea ok!"
He stormed off. I threw the blankets off in anger, then got up. My body protested and I only grew more nauseous.
"Fuck."
I walked over to the bathroom and dry heaved over the toilet.
"Calum," I heard and then a knock, "You ok in there?"
It was Ashton.
"No!"
I dry heaved again.
"Are you throwing up?"
"No."
"Are you dry heaving?"
"Yes."
I wanted to cry.
"You need to eat."
I went over and splashed some water onto my face and then went out the bathroom. Ashton had some toast for me.
"Wow you do look sick," Luke said as he looked me over.
"Where's Mikey?"
"He went to soundcheck, told us when we are ready to believe that you're not even sick to come there."
"Thank you guys."
"Yea we can tell you're sick," Ashton said.
"Yea you were dry heaving. But we all know Mikey's gonna make you do the concert."
I sighed and nodded. I ate the toast, feeling my body refusing it. I moaned, feeling uncomfortable. Luke felt my forehead.
"No fever yet."
"Yea I know."
"Well we should go," Ashton said.
We nodded and we all walked into the venue. We walked over to join in the soundcheck. We completed it and then waited backstage.
"Ladies and gentlemen! 5 Seconds of Summer!"
I grabbed my guitar and put it around my neck. We all walked onstage.
"Hello (your city) we came to rock," Mikey yelled, "Did you?!"
The fans started screaming. I started playing my part to She Looks So Perfect.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Simmer down, simmer down, they say we're too young now to amount to anything else. But look around, we worked too damn hard for this just to give it up now. If you don't swim, you'll drown, but don't move honey! She looks so perfect standing there in my American apparel underwear and I know now that I'm so down. Your lipstick stain is a work of art. I got your name tattooed in an arrowed heart and I know now that I'm so down! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Let's get out, let's get out, cuz this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down," I begun my verse, "While I was out I found myself alone just thinking-"
I felt my stomach turn and I kept trying to sing, "-If I showed up with a plane ticket and a shiny diamond ring with your name on it, would you wanna run away too? Cuz all I really want is you."
I felt something rise up my throat so I quickly took my guitar off and moved my mic, then slapped a hand over my mouth and tried to run of stage. But I only made it a couple feet.
I placed my other hand on my knee and bent over as I gagged. I moved my other hand onto my other knee and then retched, bringing up my little breakfast. I coughed a couple of times and then someone placed their hand on my back and guided me offstage.
They sat me down and gave me a trash can. I looked up at them and they were blurry, but I could tell it was Luke.
"You alright?"
I could see spots and I was trying to focus so hard, but it just grew dark.
Luke's P.O.V.
Fuck. That's all I could think as the seconds ticked by since Calum's eyes had rolled back and he became unconscious. The other two boys ran over to me.
"What happened," Ashton asked.
"He threw u-"
"I know that!"
"He passed out, he got really pale and then his eyes rolled back."
"Shit," Michael cussed.
I turned around, "Shit is right Mikey! You didn't believe him! He pushed himself cuz he knew you were just going to not believe him and tell him no! He knew you were going to make him play! Open your eyes! Calum is sick! Do you believe him now?! Fuck!"
"Okay Luke," Ashton placed his hand on my back.
"No this is all your fucking fault Michael! I hope your happy! Now Calum has thrown up onstage in front of thousands and even more are going to find out! And then he passed out! Do you know what it's like to see your fucking brother's eyes roll back into his fucking head Michael?! No! You don't! So when the fans ask what happened I'm going to tell each and every single one whose fault this is! You should be fucking ashamed! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"
Ashton led me into the dressing room and then closed the door. I was fucking pissed. I just walked back and forth in anger. Ashton didn't say anything, just let me blow off steam. I know the reason he'd brought me away from Michael. Not to save Michael from feeling how he deserved, but to save him from what I was about to do.
Something I was going to regret.
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