Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Travel Sickness

Rye

It always started with a mild nausea, and a feeling that I couldn't quite breathe properly.
That's why I tended to fall asleep during long car journeys, knowing that if I stayed awake I'd feel much worse. But today gave me no peace. I was wide awake, and had to face a six hour car journey. Not great.
Mikey was sandwiched between me and Jack, a fact I was grateful for.
If eventually I felt tired, my boyfriend wouldn't mind me sleeping on him. He knew how awful I felt even getting in the car, and he held one of my hands, gently rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

It calmed me somewhat, but I could still my stomach rolling.

Setting off, I closed my eyes and leant my head on the window, willing myself to fall asleep. No such luck.
I clutched Mikey's hand tighter, letting him know of my distress. He squeezed back, letting me know that he understood.
Andy was quiet in the back, headphones on. Jack, Brooklyn and Blair were having a conversation, Mikey occasionally chiming in with a comment or a funny statement.

I couldn't bring myself to join in at all.

The nausea was bearable for the first hour or so. But soon it got too hot, even with the windows down, and it got too loud, too many cars on the road, the boys singing at the top of their lungs, Andy now having joined in.
I pressed my hand to my stomach, wincing slight as it flipped beneath my touch.

I felt a headache start up, so I quickly placed my earphones in, making sure that no music was playing through them. They drowned out some of the noise, but I could still hear the boys and Blair clear as day. My shirt was beginning to stick to my back, and I wasn't sure if it was the heat, or the nausea that was making me sweat. My hands felt clammy, and my forehead strangely cool.

As my stomach flipped I groaned, holding my breath as I waited for the nausea to pass.
It didn't. It just kept on building.
I sat upright suddenly, letting go of Mikey's hand and clutching the Brooks headrest tightly with both hands. I kept my gaze focussed on the back of Brooks head, but out of the corners of my eyes I could see cars and fields flying passed my vision... Dizziness began to build.

I swallowed a few times, constantly taking in deep breaths. The nausea decided to step up a level.

"Rye?" A muffled voice said. I yanked out my earphones, noticing that the boys had drastically decreased the volume. "Babe?" Mikey asked, running his hand over my arm, the other coming to rest on my forehead.

I knew I felt disgusting. Sweat was rolling off my forehead in beads, and the nausea was making my sweat even more.
I shook my head, closing my eyes.
I thought I was going to throw up right there.
Mikey, my saviour of many a time, spoke up for me.

"Blair, can you pull over? Rye doesn't look so good." He leant forwards to speak, and I clutched the headrest even tighter as my mouth started to water.

"There's a petrol station three minutes away." I heard, and I almost burst into tears. I couldn't focus on the rest of their quiet conversation.

I didn't think I would last three minutes.
I kept swallowing large amounts of saliver, knowing that sooner or later I would be throwing up.
The rest of the boys were oddly silent.

I felt a hand rest on my knee, and another rest lightly on my arm.

"Rye... We're going to be stopping soon... It's going to be alright." My boyfriend said. Every second felt like a minute.

I knew that I had been preventing throwing up for about a minute, recognising the bitter taste at the back of my mouth.

The nausea was becoming overwhelming.

I shook my head again, and all I heard was a blur of shouts.
Being so focussed on not throwing up, I didn't realise that the car had stopped moving.
I felt Mikey frantically lean over me and shove the door open. Realising what he was doing I shoved him off of me, unbuckled and sprinted a few feet away before collapsing to my knees.

I didn't swallow it back down then, letting the nausea have free reign of my body.
I threw up everything I ate that morning, my eyes watering as my stomach flipped. Seconds later a hand rubbed my back.

"Get it all up Rye." Mikey soothed, continuing to rub my back as I threw up again. My throat was on fire, and I couldn't hide the fact that I was crying.

I was empty five minutes later.
I slumped back against Mikey, my boyfriend wrapping an arm around me to hold me up.

"I'm sorry." I cried, gripping onto Mikey tightly.

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. It happens." He said. I pulled away from him slightly and spat onto the grass, before letting Mikey help me climb to my feet.

Jack appraoched, a bottle of water in hand.

"I think your breath's gonna smell man." He said as he handed it over to me, and I laughed, wiping my eyes before I grabbed it from him.

I took a big swig, rinsing my mouth and spitting it onto the grass. I repeated this a few times before actually drinking some, sighing as it slid down my irritated throat.

"Thanks Jack."

"No problem. Do you think you're ready to head off again?" He asked, and I sighed.

"Give me a few." Jack nodded

"I'll let Blair know. Take as long as you need. We understand." Then he headed back over to where the boys and Blair were waiting by the car.

Mikey and I stood there in silence.
It was a comfortable silence, and I smiled softly as he reached for my hand.

Now that the nausea was gone, I could breathe properly.

I intertwined our fingers, and burried my face into his chest, breathing him in.
My boyfriend was absolutely amazing. The best boyfriend in the world.
We stayed stood in our embrace until Blair honked his horn. We split apart, but kept our fingers laced together.

"You ready?" He murmered, wrapping an arm around my waist as we walked.

"Yeah... I think I'm going to sleep now though..." I trailed off with a yawn, turning my head and smiling at Mikey, who looked back with what could only be described as fondness.

I leant upwards and pressed my lips to his cheek, before pulling away just as quick and running back to the car.

He chased after me, but Mikey was never one for running, so I beat him by a fair margine.

After we'd clambered back into the car I rested my head on Mikey's shoulder, feeling the exhaustion creep up on me. I felt him run a hand through my hair, the other pulling gently into him.

"I love you." I murmered, nuzzling my face in deeper, already feeling myself slip away.

"I love you too."

That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off.

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