Roadtrip Oneshots

Randy, Chest Pains

Andy

A sharp, piercing pain woke me up with a groan.

My hand instantly went to my chest and dug in harshly, but there was no respite. I gasped at another stab, sitting upright in my bed when my eyes teared up.

It felt like something was pressing heavily down on my chest. My whole body felt too heavy, and the pain only made that heaviness worse. My breath felt constricted, and I coughed, letting out a groan shortly afterwards.

"Rye?" I moaned weakly. I was now sat with my feet firmly planted on the floor, hunched over with a hand to my chest. It was absolute agony.

My bed shuffled then, but I don't think my boyfriend woke up.
A whimper escaped my lips, and I couldn't do anything to prevent the tears from sliding down my cheeks.
Why did this always happen to me?

And still he didn't wake up.

I didn't blame him though. We'd just had an eighteen hour day, and so we were all pretty much wiped out as we'd stumbled through the door. Rye had collapsed into my bed the second he got close enough, already snoring away by the time I'd laid down a few minutes later.
So I absolutely hated to wake him up... he need the rest.

"Rye." I called a bit louder, but another agonising thump hit my chest. I heard the breathlessness to my voice, and internally began to panic.

What the hell was happening to me?

"Andy?" A tired voice murmured sleepily from behind me. I let another whimper, gasping at the suddeness of the pain that hit me.

"Fovvs?" He sounded much more alert now, and I hunched over even more, hoping that stretching would ease the pain ever so slightly.

It only made it worse.

A hand rested itself on my shoulder, and lips pressed cold kisses down the back of my neck.
I sighed, but then another short, sharp stab made me groan.

"What's wrong?" He suddenly shifted so that he was sat beside me, and when I looked up I could see that his eyes were wide and full of worry.

"My chest really hurts." I gasped out, not able to control the jolt that shook my whole body.

"Okay... okay, how bad is it?" Rye's hands cupped both my cheeks and lifted my head.

I stared deep into his eyes, and even in the faint darkness they still shone with emotion.

"Really bad... ow." I managed to whimper out, squeezing my eyes out. I coughed again when the invisible force pressed down tightly on my chest for the second time that morning, and before I could stop him Rye had switched my bedside light on.

He stood up and knelt down in front of me, his eyes drinking all of me in.

"You're pale babe... like, really pale." He whispered, leaning up to press his lips against mine. I responded weakly, but with enough emotion.

I hissed then, turning my head to burry it in his shoulder. His arms wrapped themselves around me, holding my close as my body seemed to shake.

"It's alright... I've got you." He murmered, and I nodded into his shoulder, feeling my eyes burn with tears.

"It really hurts Rye." My voice broke and I swallowed the feeling of nausea that rose in my throat.

"I know babe... I know." He rubbed my back soothingly, and it did a great job in calming me down enough for me to breathe evenly. The pain had dulled somewhat, but I still moaned and groaned occasionally. His words also helped, but not enough to block that pain out completely.