Find Me Hiding [Vic Fuentes]

Revealing Pain

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       I woke up in a small, rectangular box with Vic next to me. A blanket was draped over us. What the fuck? I regained my senses and realized I was in a bed. I looked at Vic, who was sort of crushing himself against the wall of the bed, snoring softly. His lips curved up at the edges. He must be having a good dream. His hair was astray in many directions, a few strands caught in his mouth. His eyes fluttered, and he started mumbling things I couldn't quite understand. He looked cute while sleeping. Wait, what was I thinking?

        I decided to go and figure out what time it was, maybe find some pain killers. The bruises and cuts finally had gotten to me, now that I wasn't running. I pulled the privacy curtain out of my way, letting my legs dangle. Vic's bed was at the top, so I had at least a three feet drop. I decided to drop down, hoping I'd land on my feet. Sadly, I did not. I fell to the floor, producing a loud thud. I think I woke one of them up, because I heard someone yawning. Vic poked his head out of his bunk, looking at me with one eye open.

"Are you okay?" He mumbles, his voice scratchy like sand paper. I murmured a yes as I stood up and rubbed my sore ass. Vic crawled out of the bunk, too, landing on his feet. I rubbed my arm, trying to cover the bruises. 

"Do you need some advil or something? I bet those hurt." I nodded. To be honest, I had quite the headache. I was also really hungry. Vic took my hand and lead me to the main area, where he went through a bag and took out some pain killers. He poured two out into his hand, and got me a bottle of water. He handed me both items, letting me take them slowly. The water felt good, I hadn't drank fresh water for at least a week. 

"Vic?" I asked lightly. 

"Hmm?" He said, leaning against the counter.

"Is there something I could eat? I haven't eaten in a few days." Vic's face turned from curiosity to pain and shock. Vic turned around and walked to a fridge the size of a small dresser. He rummaged through it, pulling out some turkey and bread. He started making me a sandwich. It's like it was just yesterday he took me out to eat at the local diner. He handed me the sandwich on a napkin, then watched me devour it. It tasted so good as I felt each bite go down my throat. I let out a small burp, making Vic laughed at me.

"I missed you." He said, pulling me into him for a hug. I don't think he would ever stop hugging me. 

"I missed you more, way more." I said, taking in his scent. After a few minutes of remenesing each other, I asked Vic, "Where are we?" Vic furrowed his eyebrows, as if he expected me to know.  

"Orlando, Florida." I choked on my water. I managed to gulp it down. 

"I've managed to travel from San Diego to Orlando? Are you fucking serious?" Vic nodded, easily as shocked as I was. 

"I can't believe that I did that. He's chased me that far." We let it sink in. "Vic, why do you have a tour bus?" I questioned, looking around and taking my environment in.

"I'm in a really famous band, and we're on tour." I'm lucky that I didn't have water in my mouth this time. 

"How famous...?"

"Enough to have had four successful albums, and quite the amount of tours. We've even gotten to tour with Metallica." Vic explained. I felt myself get nautious. 

"Excuse me for a moment." I ran to the bathroom and puked into the toilet. Vic ran after me, rubbing my back as I hurled the food I ate. 

"I think we should take you to a doctor tomorrow." Vic said, after I finished. Vic took a towel and wiped my face, which was awkward yet sweet.