5sos sickfics

Flu: Luke

This is for StaceyStonier

Luke: 20
Calum: 21
Ashton: 22
Michael: 21

Thanks for the first prompt! Hope you like it!!!!

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When Luke woke up he was confused as to why it was still dark out. What time is it? He thought. The first thing he noticed was the clock, telling him it was 2:30 AM. The second thing he noticed was his stomach. Damn was his stomach hurting. He kept trying to get comfortable but nothing was helping. Then came the nausea. He sat up against his backboard, breathing heavily, as the Nausea crept up his throat. Crap. Luke knew what was coming next he jumped up and ran to the bathroom crashing, not so softly in front of the toilet, before the first round of vomit hurdled up his throats and into the porcelain bowl in front of him.

He sat like this for about and hour before deciding it was safe to go back to bed. Bringing the trash can with him, he went back to his bed. Freak, I have to be up in three hours to go to the recording studio. Luke thought to himself as he got back in bed
After ten minutes of trying to sleep he gave up and went on IFunny (eh eh who's with me) an hour later he fell into a restless sleep.

The next time Luke woke up his clock read 6:45. Dammit, I'm late. He thought to himself. But when he got up to get ready his stomach had other plans. He reached for the trash can and heaved violently for 20 minutes. After he was done he felt so weak. Maybe I'll make some tea that'll help. Wrong.

He slowly made his way to the stairs cradling his weak stomach with one hand and a death grip on the railing with the other hand. But as he started to make his way down he started to feel really dizzy, the world was spinning, and he didn't know what to do. His legs began to shake and he knew if he didn't do something now he would probably end up unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. He slowly sat his back against the wall. Breath Luke breath just let it pass. But it wasn't passing and the nausea was back. His breathing picked up and the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach had returned. Oh gosh not again. Then he spewed all over the stairs, too weak to get up and find something to puke into.
So now he's sitting on the stairs, barely conscious, covered in vomit. Make it stop! He cried. Please make it stop.

At the studio
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Calum's POV:
"Yo guys where's Luke we need to start" Micheal asked. We just started recording a new album and we are already behind so starting late today was not the ideal scenario. "No idea. Did anyone call him?" I asked. "Nope, I'll go call him" Ashton said. Micheal seems annoyed that we're starting late but I'm kind of worried. Luke has never been late to the studio before.

"He didn't answer" Ashton said as he walked back in the room. Crap why didn't he answer? Where is he?
Like he read my mind Michael said "where the hell is he?" "I don't know but he's already over an hour late and he hasn't called us or answered his phone" Ashton said with worry laced through his voice. "Maybe we should go check on him" I suggested. "Ugh you guys go I'll stay here just in case he comes" Michael said sarcastically, obviously not as worried as Ashton and I.  "Fine" I said "come on Ashton let's go"

Skip car ride

We got to Luke's place and his car was parked in the drive way. Wait if he's home why isn't he answering his phone? I can feel the anxiety building up in my chest as we go to the door. Knock knock knock. No answer. Knock again. No answer "Calum what should we do" Ashton asks me. "Do you have your copy of the key to his place?" I asked hopeful that he would have it on him. "Ya I actually do" he said and I felt some relief, but we still didn't know if he was okay.

When we got in the house we noticed that all the lights were off downstairs. "I'll check down here, you check upstairs" I said to Ashton as I started walking towards the living room. "Luke!" I called. No answer. "CALUM! I FOUND HIM. HURRY!" I went to run up the stairs but stopped when I saw the sight in front of me. Luke was laying barely conscious in a puddle of his own vomit. "Ashton go call Michael, tell him to pick up supplies and get over here. We are not recording today" I said to Ashton as I kneeled by Luke and put my hand on his forehead. "Damn Luke, what happened, you're burning up!"
"Mmmm, Cal I don't feel so well" "I can see that bud" suddenly Luke's eyes shot open and bolted around in panic "hey, hey bud what's wrong?" "I'm gonna be-" he was cut off by gagging harshly into his hand. "Ashton! Bring a bucket quick!"

No POV
Within 30 seconds Ashton was in front of them with a bowl in his hand. He thrusted it into Luke's lap and held it while he was violently sick. "I. Hate. This." Luke breathed out in between rounds. "I know bud, it's okay. You're alright. Let it out" "Ashton? Did you call Michael?" "Yup he's on his way"

Micheal got to the house with a thermometer, fever reducers, stomach relaxers, popsicles, soup, and of course some sick day movies. He apologized to Luke for being annoyed with him

After Four days of movies, cuddles, and a lot of vomiting Luke was all better and they went back to the studio..... until Calum came in and ran to the bathroom to puke up his breakfast.....

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AHHH HOW WAS THAT??????