RoadTrip imagines

The luck of the Irish

Jack sickfic - ( Jacks' video where he passed out in more detail i.e as he faints etc.)

Today roadtrip were doing their photo shoot for posters and promotion with Jack. Jack was still on trial but the boys thought he was pretty much in the band, therefore he was included in the photoshoot.  As the morning began Rye got up and began to play a ringtone from his iPhone onto the speakers, to wake everyone. "Morning," he calmly said for once,  the boys all stirred Jack immediately trying to go back to sleep. " c'mon  jacky boy." Andy said whilst brook cuddled into the side of him. Rye took the opportunity to film. " I was watching them at like 2am they were properly spooning, would you like to talk more about it Brook?" Brook nodded and began a chat. mikey took note to add In some edits of going "oh brook that's interesting." He chuckled.

Blair walked in and the day officially began,  Jack climbed out of bed but quickly was knocked of his feet by a wave of dizziness he touched his temples slightly confused. He hadn't eaten much. At all he'd been busy sorting things out. Things he couldn't say. He'd gone out with a girl named Mari then later discovered she was a criminal. Through sorting legal stuff out he hadn't had the time to eat.

"Jack! The rest of the boys are up why aren't you?" Jack tiredly muttered some gaelic something he only did when he felt ill. "ceart go leor tá mé ag teacht blair"(ok coming Blair.) he muttered the boys turned confused at what Jack was saying. "cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag caint i ngaeilge?" (Why are you speaking in irish?)Blair replied. " i don't really know." Jack replied finally speaking english. " ok what is going on?" Brook asked. " i was speaking in irish." Jack replied "Jack tá tú ceart go leor dáiríre?" Blair questioned. (Jack are you ok seriously?) " yes Ní bheadh ​​cén fáth liom a bheith?" ( yes why wouldn't i be?)  " you're speaking irish. That's why."  Blair told him. "Tá mé diaibéiteas,." ( I have diabetes.) With that Blair got the boys into the car. " if you need help i am here" blair kindly told him.

Soon the boys arrived at the photoshoot. Rye soon learned the photographer  was spanish and asked her a question "¿De qué parte de España eres?" (Which part of spain are you from?") "Puerto Rico." She replied. "¿tú?" (You?) "no importa" (doesn't matter) "¿Cuanto tiempo viviste en españa?" (How long did you live in spain?) "por siete años." (For 7 years.) Jack looked to Andy who looked quite blurry and far away as was Rye's spanish lesson. " i think i am going to pass out." He whimpered. " oh yeah, apparently he's going to pass out." Andy yelled to Blair. Blair watched Jack go white in the face. Speedily walking, he reached Jack who placed an arm round him breathing heavily.  "ná insint dóibh."(don't tell them.) Blair nodded then Jack went limp Blair quickly caught him and brought him over to the boys who sat worried. Andy quickly vlogged whilst Blair made up a story and Jack nodded tiredly. he still felt tired and really, just wanted to sleep. but when you're in a band, it doesn't work like that.  against every single cell in his body protesting he got up and carried on after having some food. he realised his sugar levels must've dropped too low. he had to be more careful. most would think Jack was foolish, not telling people he spent a lot of his time with. but he felt like they would treat him differently whether that was positively or negatively.  he had an issue with his pancreas when he was younger, there was a complication which meant insulin wasn't produced enough and Jack often ended up in hospital on drips. He was given lot's of different pills to take but he would have his shower and take the pills in the bathroom away from prying eyes. he had lost weight but managed to gain it back but occasionally he felt downright horrible.

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MONDAY 8:30AM

Jack woke to a churning sensation in his stomach and cramps. Jack quickly got up to check his blood sugar levels, his vision went blurry and he was struggling to stay awake. luckily, Rye walked past confused at why Jack was looking dazed and sat on the floor. "Blair!" he called. Blair soon walked out of his and ginge's shared room. "Ryan, this better be important." he looked at where Rye was stood and realised something wasn't right Jack's eyes looked glazed and he wasn't reacting to anything Rye did. "Call an ambulance now!" blair yelled, this could be to do with Jack's diabetes.  Jack was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness Rye tried to keep him awake by any means but It was becoming apparent this would be in Vain. Jack slumped to the floor for the second time in 2 days. " The ambulance is on it's way though, there's a 5 mile traffic jam the operator says to put him in the recovery position. check his bags for insulin." he worriedly spoke. "Why?" Andy asked. "Now's not the time just do it." blair received the whole bag and quickly pricked Jack's hand "hyperglycaemia." Blair quickly told the operator but Jack's chances were becoming slimmer.

TBC.....................