Anxiety [Muke af]

Seven

LOOK AT THIS CUTE SMILEY BABY! I JUST WANNA KISS HIS CHEEKS!

Okay, Emma... Calm your tits!

(There's video of Luke further down in the chapter just imagine it's 2014 Luke.. Please and thank you.!)

Enjoy the chapter! xx

Saturday.

Luke woke up that morning feeling terrible. He felt his stomach turn and he sprinted to the bathroom, throwing up yesterdays dinner. Tears were stinging in his eyes.

He hated throwing up.

Liz heard that something was going on upstairs, so she quickly walked up there, seeing the bathroom door was open. She walked in and saw her son, hunched over the toilet, looking paler than a ghost.

"Luke!" She gasped. "Oh, my little baby." She rushed to his side, rubbing him on the back as he threw up.

"Mum, it hurts," Luke whimpered, tears brimming in his eyes. Liz bit her lip. She hated seeing Luke in pain. 

"It's gonna be okay, Luke... It's almost over now, okay?"

Just as she said that Luke threw up again. He threw up so much it felt like he was throwing his organs up. His throat hurt so much.

.

"Here." Liz handed Luke a cup of tea and he quietly thanked her. He sipped on the hot tea, feeling the liquid run down his throat. It was nice and he already felt a little better. 

He put the tea mug down on the table beside him and sighed, cuddling up in a fuzzy blanket. Liz watched with small smile. She really hated seeing Luke sick. He was her small baby. 

Good thing it was Saturday that day, so no school.

Liz left the room and came back shortly after with a bucket (for vomit) She placed it beside Luke's bed.

Just in case.

Liz looked at her sick baby. She cooed and kissed his warm forehead. "I'll be downstairs, okay? Just yell if you need me." Luke smiled softly, closing his eyes. "Wait mum, my throat hurts, I can't yell," Luke said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh yeah. Well then text me, yeah?" Liz chuckled and left the room. Luke sniffled and snuggled his penguin closer.

He closed his eyes, trying to sleep. But the throbbing headache wouldn't let him. He really wanted to cry, but that would just make the headache worse. He blindly reached for his phone on the nightstand.

He got his phone and texted Liz, asking if she would come with an aspirin. He felt bad for making her get everything for him. But Liz insisted.

That day Luke just laid in bed.

Sleeping.

Vomiting.

Sleeping.

vomiting.

And so on.

Luke hated it.

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"Ash, Ash?" Michael lightly caressed Ashton's cheek, trying to wake him up. The older boy scrunched up his nose in his sleep and mumbled something Michael couldn't understand, he rolled his eyes with a fond smile and shook his shoulders gently. "Ashton, wakey wakey eggs and bakey." Michael chuckled, Ashton stirred in his sleep. He yawned and sat up in the bed.

"Hi Michael." He rubbed his eyes "What are you doing here?" He asked, still half asleep. Michael cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean? This is my house." He giggled, when Ashton looked around the room.