Oneshots and Other Assortments

OT5 a/o/b

A/N: Another OT5 fic??? I can't stop writing OT5???? Help me I'm dying in feels. This is also a two part (hopefully only a two part but knowing me could be like 5 parts) mess of feels and angst and fluff and someone stop me I'm begging you.

It's also mostly written on my phone which I've never done before so there's probably a lot of mistakes so just ignore them because fuck proofreading I'm not doing this for money I don't really care (a lie but meh I'm lazy sue me -please for the love God don't actually sue me).

Part 1 of [hopefully] 2. It kind of ends awkwardly but I really don't want to wait until this is well over 10k words to post. This part alone is almost 8k.

Final note: I am in no way a professional doctor and this is a made up universe so a lot of this stuff is wrong. The few parts that aren't made up though I did do some fact checking for.

Read and enjoy.

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Normani sighed as she heard the bathroom door on the bus open and the sound of vomiting follow a few moments later.

"Is she back then?" Ally asked groggily from where she was cuddled into the dark skinned girl's side. She reached under the pillows and pulled out her phone to check the time. "Half past midnight. Early night for her."

"You're not going to check on her?" Camila questioned as she lowered herself down from one of the top bunks. "You're just going to let Lauren suffer alone?"

"Mila, she's been staying out late and partying like crazy for months now. She's not going to stop just because we ask. We've tried that already," Normani argued softly, reaching out to pull the omega into bed with her and Ally.

The brunette yanked her arm back and shook her head. "No, I'm not going to let Lauren be sick by herself. You might have no issue letting the only beta in our group be alone, but I do," she accused before heading over to the bathroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

"She's right," Dinah mumbled from the bunk Camila had come down from. "Ever since the four of us mated, we have been pushing Lauren aside."

"Lauren could have talked to us instead of going to parties to avoid us almost every night," Ally pointed out.

Dinah hummed in concession. "She never left the bus tonight," were her final words before she went back to sleep.

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"Lauren, you're really not looking too good. Are you sure you're okay to do this interview?" Camila questioned for the fifth time as they entered the studio building.

The raven haired girl was paler than normal, covered in a light layer of sweat, and slightly shaking. The dark circles under Lauren's eyes gave away the impression she got very little sleep the night before.

"I'm fine, Camz," the girl mumbled as they made their way to the radio station office they were scheduled to be. "I'll let you know if that changes."

The younger Cuban looked skeptical, but didn't push the subject any further. She didn't want to alienate the beta any more than the four already had. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything."

Lauren gave a thumbs up and continued the path to the radio station room.

They had walked another fifteen feet when Lauren stopped and leaned against the wall for support.

"Lauren?" Camila asked concernedly, catching the older girl as she began to fall to the floor. "Lauren!" she cried out as the beta's breathing grew short and ragged. "Lo, babe, tell me what's wrong?" When she got no answer, she looked up and shouted frantically, "Dinah! Call 911!"