Whiskey princess (Pierce the Veil Mike Fuentes fanfic)

(5)Kissing in Cars

~Ash's pov~

I had been staying with the guys for 3 months now, and about 2 months ago Mike and I had done something that I surprisingly didn't regret at all. I loved Mike, and he loved me. I woke up and saw that it was midnight. Mike sat up beside me.

"What's wrong babe?" he sounded really concerned for me. I got up and ran outside. Mike followed me and I collapsed and threw up last night's dinner. He held my hair back and when I was finished, asked me if I was okay.

"I don't know, I don't feel good at all Mikey." I whined. My stomach was hurting really bad. And I was dizzy. I tried to stand up and fell again, too disoriented to move.

"You probably ate some bad food. Come on, its too cold for you out here." he said as he carried me inside. When he set me down I had to get up and throw up again. I shut the bathroom door behind me and Mike waited outside.

"Babe, let me in. Please." He said more than once. But I refused to let him come in. I was too sick. Even when my stomach was empty I continued to throw up. I finally came out around 3 in the morning and Mike took me to the bunk.

~Mike~

When Ash had woken up,I knew something was wrong. She got really sick and stayed in the bathroom for 3 hours. I don't know what is wrong with my princess, but I don't like it. As always, Ash refuses to let me help her until the very end. What could be wrong with her?

~Ash~

I woke up at 5 and threw up again. This was miserable. Mike was obviously concerned for me and he wasn't sleeping either. I was talking to Laura about it when the guys had gone to perform.

"Well, you probably did just eat something bad. Maybe it will get better tonight." she said as she made lunch for all of us. The guys came back and Mike pulled me to the side.

"Any better?" he said quietly. I shook my head. It had only gotten worse. Thank god Laura had been there to help me back to bed afterward. He just walked away. Neither of us knew what was wrong, but if I don't get better Mike might make me go to the doctor. And he knows I hate the doctors office.

The next night, I was sick again. I don't know what it is, but I'm in unbearable pain. Mike wouldn't let me close the door this time and did what he could to help me. I wasn't getting any better.

"Babe, maybe you drank too much the other night. You might want to cut back." he told me while rubbing my back in an attempt to make me feel better. I have been drinking more than usual lately because it helped me sleep. I didn't want to cut back.

"Alright, I'll cut back on the booze. But what about you whiskey hands?" I said before starting to throw up again.

"I'll stop too for a while if you want babe. Let's go to bed. I'll go get you something to eat." he said as he left my side. I went to the bunk and he brought a stack of crackers for me. We split them and we went to sleep.

~Mike~

Ash has been sick for about 4 days now. We keep making her eat so she doesn't lose too much weight but she's getting worse. She has probably lost around 20 pounds in the last few days. If she isn't sleeping, she's vomiting. Even her beautiful hair is losing its shine. I don't know what to do with her.

In the morning, I went to our tour manager and asked if the band got any days off soon. He said we didn't have any shows on Friday. That was 5 days away. Ash was getting worse by the minute, but we couldn't afford to cancel any of the shows. I did my best to help her when we could. I'm not sure that she will make it to Friday. My princess is too sick to even leave the bunk unless she's throwing up.