Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Dizzy

Mikey

I didn't know what was going on with me today. But to be honest no one knew what was going on with me... ever.

I just couldn't seem to walk for long, before I needed to sit down for fear of losing my balance, breathing heavily. Luckily none of the boys had picked up on it yet, considering we had to stop every few minutes to shoot the cover. And I didn't want them to know. Hopefully this was something that I could just sleep off, maybe have a nap before going to the gym later. Nodding to myself, I set myself a task.

Make it till 5PM, and then when we get back to the flat sleep till 7PM, and then go to the gym.
I really hope this clears up soon... It's not great.
Why was I so out of breath? Why did I feel like I was going to fall down so often?

"Mikey, we're going to the next spot!" Chris yelled.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" I stood up slowly, stepping hesitantly, waiting for the feeling to return, but I seemed to be fine for now. I sped up, falling in step with Andy.
Yeah, hopefully this passed.

***

I stumbled on the way back to the minivan, grabbing onto a tree with shaking hands and leaning heavily on it.
The boys laughed, and I tried to laugh it off too.

"I thought I was gonna die then." I joked, pushing myself back to my feet. I sighed as I looked at my hands. I'd scratched the skin on them, leaving angry red lines all over my palms and fingers.
Oh well... It could be worse.

"If you carry on like this you will." Andy joined in on the joke. Not being able to contain myself I burst out laughing, subconsciously making sure that I still had a hand on the tree.

Then, out if nowhere, a sharp pain hit me right in the chest, and I bit back a groan of pain. I gritted my teeth as I stopped laughing, trying to grin through it so as not to worry the boys or Chris if they looked back. Luckily they didn't. I pressed my hand against my chest a few times, but it still felt uncomfortable and tight. I swallowed sharply, lifting my head to see that the boys had began walking again.

Without thinking I hurried on after them, not wanting to be left on my own, or get lost.
The tightness seemed to get worse, but I pushed through it. I could sleep in a bit, and hopefully this will have cleared up in a few hours time.

Then I stumbled again. My head felt too heavy for some reason, and I yelped involuntarily as the ground approached me at an odd angle. I hit the floor, and I frowned.
Why was I on the floor... what had happened?

"Mikey? What happened?" I turned my head slowly to see Rye on his knees beside me, but my head kept weighing me down, almost like there was a weight attached to it.

"I don't know." As I looked around slowly, the world seemed to be off kilter. "I was stood up, and now I'm on the floor." I said, hissing as my chest twinged slightly.

"Have you hit your head at all?" Rye gently pulled my head to the side, checking for any injuries.

"No, no... I think I just lost my balance." I replied, knowing for sure that I hadn't lost consciousness. There had been no pain in my head as I'd hit the floor, I knew that much.

Although, it still felt really heavy.

"Alright, let's get you up then." Rye suggested. I nodded, but immediately regretted it, feeling like there was a bowling ball rolling around in my head. I moaned as I felt a slight nausea build.