At My Worst ( a Nicholas Matthews story)

Don't Mind him, He's just spilling his guts.

Jess and I spent some more time together before we went back. We had lunch at What-a-burger, which I sadly barely managed to pay for with what I had on me. We also decided to walk around the mall for no apparent reason. I guess it was just an excuse to hold hands. I wonder if people looked at us, thinking "I wished someone loved me like that." Like I used to when I saw couples.

I hate the fact that she's leaving. She's done so much for me that I don't know what I'll do without her. All that hell and pain she helped me get out of, what if I go back to it? I'm scared of feeling like that again. 

We got back to Lloyd's, and the first thing I did was check up on him. I walked in to his room and he wasn't there. His bed was just unmade. I turned around to Jessica, who was right behind me.

"That's odd, he's not here." I stated. I knocked on the bathroom door, and the response was a gag. "Lloyd?" I could hear him throw up. I opened the door to see him leaning over the toilet. Jessica turned away, not appreciating the sound and sight of some one puking.  I kneed by Lloyd and patted his back. I whispered in to his ear "don't mind us we're just spilling our guts." He pushed me playfully,  with a small laugh. 

"You're an idiot," he joked.

"Well, You're going to the doctor." I told him. He gave me a dead look. "We're going on tour soon. Johnny's birthday is in 3 days. You can't be sick."

"Fine."

After he was done puking out his intestines, I drove him to a doctor near by and Jess went 'home.' When we were at the doctor, he filled in some papers before getting called in. The nurse told him to step on a scale to weigh him and to measure his height. In the actual room, he sat down on the bed with tissue paper covering it. The nurse took his blood pressure and asked him a few questions about the symptoms he's been having. 

By the end, he was diagnosed with Strep Throat, gave him a shot in the ass, which I may or may not have cracked up at the whole time, and prescribed a medication. He could barely speak so he couldn't yell at me for laughing at him, but he did mumble 'I hate you.'

He fell asleep in my car while I drove back. I don't really want to wake him up, so I did my best to avoid holes and bumps in the road. I softly turned on "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit, to break the silence. Lloyd woke up instantly.

"Lit!" he shouted, with a dry voice. 

"Yes, this is Lit." I said as he began mouthing the words to the song. "No."

(A/N when you don't really like Twenty One Pilots but you make a subtle reference to Tear in My Heart anyways... please don't kill me.. Also sorry for this short crappy chapter.. This is almost over.. There's only like 5 chapters left.. Maybe less)