5sos sickfics book 2

Sick at Coachella-luke

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Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings were headed to Coachella, a huge music and arts festival in America. The two were excited, they had gone before but that's no reason not to be. They couldn't wait to see the awesome acts like Kendrick Lamar, DJ Khaled and Radiohead. They had arrived yesterday and were at their hotel, chillaxing for the day. The festival wasn't until tomorrow.

Luke hadn't wanted to tell Michael, but he wasn't feeling very well. He hadn't felt well since the day before they boarded the plane. His nose was stuffy, he felt hot or cold, never normal, his throat was killing him and his stomach was doing flips. He'd thrown up while he was on the plane, but didn't tell Michael. He didn't tell Michael about any of this because he didn't want to ruin their trip. He didn't want to ruin Coachella for his friend.

The two were laying on their beds, which were next to each other, doing random stuff on their phones. The two got a hotel room together because, after quite a few months on tour and sharing rooms, they weren't used to sleeping on their own. It was around 11:30am now, so Michael decided to order room service for the two of them. He ordered a pepperoni pizzas and two cokes, which got to the room in record time.

The two guzzled down the pizza in less than ten minutes, Michael having 6 pieces and Luke having two. Luke wasn't really hungry and gave Mikey just over half his coke as well, which struck his bandmate as strange, as Luke always drinks his coke. Michael hoped it was nothing, but decided to ask anyways.

"You feeling alright, mate?" Michael asked. "You didn't eat much."

"I'm fine." Luke lied, not wanting to worry his friend. "Just not hungry."

"You sure? You're looking a little pale." Michael exclaimed. Luke didn't answer, instead his eyes widened as he shot up, running to the toilet. Michael was quick to follow his fellow guitarist, kneeling down next to Luke and rubbing his back as he starts to vomit aggressively into the toilet bowl. The two stay there for a few minutes, Michael comforting Luke as he vomits into the toilet, before Luke collapses back onto Michael, exhausted. " Luke, buddy why didn't you tell me you didn't feel well?" Michael asked sympathetically. At the point Luke was sobbing, he just couldn't help it. " i-im sorry Michael, I just didn't want to ruin this trip for you" Luke struggled to say through the nausea and tears.

"ruin the trip for me? Luke, why are you worried you'll ruin the trip for me? Your health is 100 times more important than this festival" Michael said trying to reassure his ill band mate that everything will be okay. " Coachella is a 3 day festival, and it hasn't technically started yet, so why don't we get you in bed and see how you feel tomorrow" Michael said. Luke just nodded in defeat.

Michael help Luke to his feet and guided him into the room. As they were walking Michael thought it was the perfect opportunity to see if Luke had a fever. He reached over to feel Luke's forehead and found that it was scolding. "Jesus Luke, you're burning up. No wonder you feel like this." Michael exclaimed will putting the poor lad in bed.

"I'm going down to the lobby to see if they have anything I can give you. Can you manage without me for a bit?" Michael asked, not sure If he should leave Luke in the state he was in. All Michael got in response was mumbles. He smiled and went down to the lobby.

Meanwhile, Luke was tossing and turn as he couldn't get comfortable. All the movement made his stomach churn. Panicking, Luke got up to run to the bathroom but got tangled in the sheets. Luke was trapped in his own misery. He could feel what ever was left in his stomach start to creep up in his throat. Luke couldn't help but sit there and cry. He felt helpless, and he hated that feeling.

Soon Michael returned to find Luke tangled in the sheets and crying. Michael ran over to Luke and untangled him. As soon as Luke was free he ran for the bathroom, Michael not far behind him. "make it stop" Luke whined. " I have the medicine for you buddy" Michael said. Luke willingly took the pills and swallowed them without water. All he really wanted was relief from what he was feeling." Are you finished here mate, if so let me help you get up" Michael said, now assisting Luke. They walked back into the room and Michael put Luke back into bed. " get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow" Michael said. At this point it was almost 10:00pm. "damn time flies" Michael said while climbing into his own bed. He turned off the lights and called it a night.

The next morning Luke woke up feeling worse then yesterday, if that's even possible. Michael was already up and ready. He couldn't wait to see what the day had in store. " Oh, Luke you're up. How are you feeling" Michael asked. "I'm feeling amazing" Luke lied. He couldn't help it, he didn't want to ruin this for Michael.

"that's great. I suggest you get ready, the festival starts in like 10 minutes" Michael said throwing clothes in Luke's direction. Luke got dressed as quickly as he could. Once he was dressed the duo went to start the day. As soon as they walked outside the heat and light hit Luke all at once making him whimper. This caught the attention of his band mate. "are you sure you're fine Luke?" Michael asked with concern." Yep never better" Luke lied yet again. " okay I'm just making sure" Michael said with a smile.

"Lets go, Mitchy is waiting for us" he added. Michael started running which means Luke has to run too, to keep the act alive. Every step made his stomach lurch. Luke knew something bad was going to happen, he just didn't know when. " Luke keep up. He's just right over there" Michael said pointing in the direction of Mitchy and a few others. To Luke it looked miles away from where they were.

When they finally got to mitchy, he gave the duo a strange look." Luke are you okay" Mitchy asked. He got no response. It was almost like Luke was in a trance. The music , the laughter, the talking, the light and the heat it was all too much for the young lad. He bent over and released whatever was left in his stomach. " oh my god, Luke you told me you were fine" Michael said with a panicked tone. He couldn't help but feel that this was his fault. He should've let Luke rest not drag him out into the hot desert.

" Mitchy can you help me get him back to the hotel" Michael asked. The two carried the ill boy back to the hotel and stayed with him until he was feeling better. They were able to enjoy the last day of Coachella with no other interruptions.  

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This was a collar I did with AshleyAshtonIrwin  For her book.

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