One Shot Series 3

Nausea

Demi's POV

I smiled at my reflection as I got myself ready for my concert in about twenty minutes. I had just finished curling my hair and applied some dark red lipstick to my lips, puckering for the fun of it. My outfit for the first song was fitting perfectly and I kept wiping my rather sweaty hands on the poor dress.

I gulped down a bottle of water as I jumped up and down, feeling anxious.

I love to perform so much. I enjoy going out there and giving my all to these songs. But the real reason I loved touring was seeing the fans. I lived to see them smiling, wearing t-shirts with my face on them and singing their hearts out.

I was do excited for this concert because Justin was here to see me. He would be backstage, smiling at me while I performed.

I was adjusting my earpiece when someone crept up behind me, wrapping their arms around my tiny waist.

"Ahh! Justin, you scared me..." I laughed, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I can't wait to see you perform. You're going to be amazing, baby!" he smiled, helping me with my earpiece.

"Yeah...I'm kind of feeling sick though. Maybe it's just from being nervous I guess." I bit my lip, wiping my hands on the front of my dress.

"Sick? Like how?" he asked, looking right into my eyes.

"Kind of nauseous but I don't know. It's probably nothing." I waved it off, shaking my head.

"Oh it's something. Maybe you should rest for a bit. You are burning hot...you have a fever." he sighed, placing his hand over my warm forehead.

There was no way I was getting sick now. I had a show to do. There are fans out there who paid a lot of money to come see me sing. They came here for a show; that is what they'll get.

Maybe I'll just pretend to feel alright until the show is over. I can rest when the concert is over. I felt hot, sweaty, nauseous and just ew.

"Ten minutes to show!"

I convinced Justin that I was perfectly fine. I walked over to where backstage was ending and the stage was close to beginning. I suddenly felt a rush of cool air run through me and I had to grip to a nearby pillar.

Pull yourself together, Demi.

"Five minutes to show!"

I made sure I looked okay and took a peak out at the arena. Every seat was filled and people were already chanting my name. I smiled, pulling out my phone and taking a secret picture of the crowd. I instantly posted it to instagram with the caption, "You are everything #loveyounewyork".

"Showtime!"

I ran out to the stage, nausea running over my body but I was a great actress. I waved at them and thanked them for coming before starting strong with "Heart Attack".

....

Halfway between "Unbroken" I felt like I was going to throw up everything I ate recently. I mouthed something to my dancers and the backup band before rushing off stage.

I didn't have any time to go to the bathroom and threw up backstage, everyone watching me collapse.

I had taken a few steps back and fallen on the floor. I felt my fever rising as I lay there, many people rushing over to pick me up. I could still hear faint chanting. I felt so disappointed. I had just let my fans down.

Someone picked me up and then I felt warm blankets being wrapped around me. The warmth of my bed on the tour bus was obvious. No, I had to go back. Who brought me here?

"I need to....keep singing..." I mumbled, my voice trailing off before I slipped into a weird sort of sleep.

Justin's POV

I was about to fall asleep by her side when she started moving. I thought the medication would mean she would sleep for a few hours. She blinked constantly, looking around like she'd just been abducted by aliens.

"Baby...are you okay?" I asked softly, rubbing her arm.

She shot up and shook her head, confusion crossing her face. She tried to pull the blankets off her and get up but I made sure she stayed down. She looked angrier than I've ever seen her when I pushed her back to bed.

"What the hell Justin...I need to perform." she was so set on having to go back.

"Demi you have a fever and you just threw up and passed out...you need rest." I sat beside her and ran my hand through her hair.

She looked at me like I had just crushed her hopes. Though it killed me to see her like this, she was in no position to perform. I know what she was feeling right now. I was known to push myself to perform until no extent. But I didn't want her to get hurt.

"I'm letting my fans down..." she whispered, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Your fans love you. They'll understand and they're probably worried about you too." I pointed out, wrapping my arms around her.

She didn't look convinced so I pulled out my phone and showed her.

"What's this?" she held my phone close to her face and smiled wide.

"Your fans trended it....see no one's disappointed, just worried."

"I guess you're right. Sorry I was being so difficult..." she admitted, a blush creeping up on her face.

"When am I not right?" I smirked, causing her to toss a pillow at me.

"Shut up! No being mean to me when I'm sick." she teased, sticking her tongue out.

"Alright, alright...get some rest baby." I planted a kiss on her forehead and watched her fall asleep.