5SOS Sickfics

ALM- Stupid Stomach

Collab with SquishyCalumCheeks! The fourth instalment of the Stupid Stomach series.

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The city was quiet, most people would have been sleeping in their beds... most people. In the dark of the hotel room, Ashton awoke with a painful ache in his stomach, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he tossed and turned on his bed. He groaned, in both annoyance and pain as he threw the covers off of himself, sitting up. He scanned the room to see Calum, Luke and Michael all sleeping soundly. He sat for a moment, trying to find some sort of position to relieve a bit of the pain, but to no avail.

His eyes widened, the feeling of yesterday's dinner rising apparent, leaving him stumbling towards the bathroom. If he had had any more time, he would have closed the door out of courtesy to the boys who were still sleeping peacefully in their beds. Ashton tried to quieten the sounds of himself retching in the brightly lit bathroom. His eyes watered from both the sudden contrast of dark to light and the soreness of his throat as he emptied the contents of his stomach.

All the while, Michael is startled in his sleep as he hears the patter of feet on the carpeted floors. He winced as he opened his eyes, the bathroom lights too bright for his liking. He slid off his bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the bathroom, shocked to see Ashton leaning over the toilet, breathing heavily.

"Ash? Oh, not you too." Michael sighed, now all four of them were sick now. He rubbed his face in annoyance, before the strong scent of vomit became overwhelming for him. Michael dropped to his knees, Ashton is pushed to the side slightly as he does exactly what Ashton had been doing only a mere five minutes ago. Ashton rubs his eyes, patting Michael's back as he continues to vomit.

"I'm sorry, Mikey. I didn't mean to make you sick too." Ashton whined, pinching his nose to block out some of the pungent smell. Michael stops, the room becoming silent as he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jumper. Ashton stands, flushing the mess the two had made away before helping Michael to his feet. The two shuffle from the bathroom to the bedroom, the room becoming dark once again. Both pull the covers over themselves, only to be blinded by the bathroom light once again.

"Who is it now?" Ashton groaned, as he followed the person into the bathroom. Luke is sat in the same position as Michael and Ashton had been, his groans and coughs filling the air. Michael joins Ashton by the door to the bathroom, slowly closing it to deter the smell.

"It's alright, Luke. Let it all out, buddy." Michael encouraged, his voice hoarse and throat sore. Ashton refused to speak, the rawness of his throat too much for him. "Luke, you have to let it out if you want to feel better." Michael consoled, opening the door slightly.

Luke was sitting beside the toilet, his hair a ruffled mess and tears staining his cheeks. Michael opened the bathroom door, helping Luke up before flushing the toilet once again. He helped the blonde-haired boy over to the basin, turning the faucet on and waiting for Luke to wash his face. Once the two left the bathroom for the second time that morning, Ashton told them that it was now a little past 7am.

Ashton instructed the two to go back to sleep and not long after all three are fast asleep. At around 8am, Calum was up, a smile on his face as he realised that he was feeling much better than he had before. He saw that the other lads were not in their beds and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He made his way over to the bathroom, the sounds of Michael being his sick self emitting through the door, and once it was opened, Calum shut it again quickly.

"Are you all sick?" He asked, pressing his ear against the cool surface of the door. There were murmurs of 'yes' and 'we're sorry' from inside and Calum opened the door again. Both Ashton and Michael were at the sink, washing their faces whilst Luke was sitting against the toilet, his eyes closed. "Alright, come on, Luke. Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll get you guys some food." Calum pulled Luke up to his feet and hobbles over to the sink as Ashton and Michael move aside.