Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Knee

Mikey

I really hate my messed up knee sometimes. Occasionally it would play up so much that I couldn't walk on it, the pain being so great that sometimes I couldn't even move.
I knew when it would come, because I would feel a dull ache slowly spreading down my leg during the night, and would wake up earlier than usual.

Today was on of those days.

6AM start on a Wednesday morning, and I already felt exhausted. I made to sit up but froze as pain raced up my leg, all the way up my spine, and I bit back a cry of pain. Instead, I rolled over so that I was facing the wall and buried my face under the covers.
Why today? We had three covers to film! We couldn't not miss today as we were really behind. I felt the muscles in my leg spasm slightly, and I gritted my teeth.

I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, the ache surfacing enough to wake me up, but gone again the next minute.

Andy's alarm went off beside me, telling me that it was nearing 8AM.
The boys would all be up soon.
I needed to get myself together before everyone woke up.
In one fluid movement I swung my legs over the side of the bed, biting into my hand to stop the cry of pain that threatened to erupt from my mouth. I groaned harshly, but glad that I hadn't woken Andy up.
It felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly in my knee, and I couldn't stop the tears that spilled down my cheeks.

No, I had to pull myself together. I need to be able to walk and run today.
I was not going to let the boys down again, especially not Rye, my boyfriend who cared about me so much, the boy who loved filming covers because it meant that he could mess around with his friends.
I wiped my eyes and gritted my teeth as I prepared to stand up.

If I can get to the bathroom then I have a chance for some privacy.

I gripped the bunk tightly with my hands and slowly hoisted myself up, balancing myself on my good leg, and found that it didn't hurt as much. Yes it hurt, but not enough to cause me to make any noise.
I took a few deep breaths before stepping forwards. Intense agony rippled through me body, but I had to get to the bathroom and lock the door before any of the boys saw me like this.
I blinked away the spots in my eyes, and continued my awkward shuffle out of the room and into the hallway, always keeping a tight grip on the wall, or anything I could get my hands on.

I couldn't stop the tears of pain that flowed from my eyes, glad that nobody could see me. I smiled in relief as my hand tightly clutched the door handle. Perfect.

Until Rye walked out of his room and looked me dead in the eye.

Dammit.

I turned around, hiding my face and quickly tried to get into the bathroom before he could lunge in after me.
As I made to weakly slam the door shut he forced his body into the gap, keeping the door from closing.

"Mikey, let me in." Rye said, slightly panicked.

I closed my eyes, putting as much weight behind the door as I could, but in my current state I didn't have much leverage.

"Leave me alone Rye." I begged, crying silently as my leg flared up again, disguising my cry of pain.
This wasn't the plan.

I felt like passing out.

"Mikey please." He pushed harshly anyway, and I stumbled away in shock, catching myself on the sink opposite the door with my hands, tightly gripping the basin as I closed my eyes in defeat.
I heard the door shut, and the lock slide, and then Rye's heavy breathing.