Not Falling Apart

Chapter 2

Adam’s POV

It had been two days since Adam had thrown up, and although it didn’t happen again, he still felt tired and slightly nauseous.  

After a long day at taping, he was ready to finally get home and take a much needed rest. He stripped off his dirty clothes and laid down in his bed. Within minutes he was asleep.

***

Adam awoke to the sound of his phone’s alarm. He groggily reached over to his nightstand and turned it off. Going by how he felt, he would have stayed in bed longer, but he had to be at The Voice soon, so he got out of bed and went to take a shower. After that, he contemplated fixing breakfast, but still, food didn’t sound too good. He hadn’t eaten much the past few days, and then, only simple things, like a bowl of cereal or fruit. He decided against it, knowing that he could grab something later if he got hungry. Which he knew was unlikely to happen.

He went back to his bedroom to get dressed. His closet consisted of pretty much the same things—various pairs of fitted jeans, t-shirts, and a few suits. He didn’t really care though; he was a simple guy. If it was comfortable and looked decent, he wore it.

He decided on his favorite pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. Sliding the jeans on, he went to button them, and found them quite loose. They hung sloppily from his hipbones. Odd, he thought. Then he remembered that he was eating much less than normal lately. He went to go weigh himself, which he rarely did, but noticed that he had indeed lost almost 10 pounds. As soon as this bug, or whatever it is, passes, I’ll be back to my old self, he thought as he swung back by the closet and grabbed a belt. Then he was on his way out.

Blake’s POV

Blake was the first to arrive on the set of The Voice when Adam walked in. He was wearing his usual get-up of jeans and a t-shirt. Hey, this one doesn’t have holes in it, Blake thought. He immediately regretted thinking that. As much as he wondered why someone would want their clothes to be ripped when they bought them, he respected Adam for doing what he pleased and not caring what anybody else thought. Besides, he could pull it off.

Blake also noticed that Adam’s jeans looked baggy, despite the belt around his waist.

“Ah man, you’re already lots skinnier than me, do ya have to go and loose more weight?”

Adam didn’t look amused. Blake thought he was making an innocent joke, as it was a long-standing thing between them that Adam was always the fit one and Blake was, well, not so much.

Blake watched as Adam climbed up to his chair without saying anything, and immediately pulled out his phone and began typing on it. Blake walked over to him.

“Who’re ya texting?” Blake peered over his shoulder. “If it’s not me then…”

“Leave me alone!” Adam snapped.  

Blake took a step back and put his hands up. “Easy, buddy, I didn’t mean to disturb ya. Why are you so uptight anyway?”

Adam’s expression softened. He put down his phone and turned around to Blake. “I’m sorry, it’s just that, well, I haven’t been feeling myself lately and don’t really feel like joking around.”

No joking around? That was totally unlike Adam.

Blake looked at him. “Are you okay? Honestly? Because you don’t seem okay to me. I miss the dickhead who always attempts to combat my jokes.” Blake smiled, but it was a half-smile. He lowered his voice. “And you don’t, you just don’t look the same. I mean, you look skinny, too skinny, and I’m pretty sure I know what happened in the bathroom the other day.” He could see Adam wince. “Everyone gets a little sick now and again, but if it’s gone on for this long, maybe you should get yerself to a doctor.”

Blake finished, a little surprised that all that had come out. He wasn’t too big on going to the doctor himself for what seemed like a rather minute problem, let alone telling someone else to do it. He truly cared about his friend’s well-being though.

Adam didn’t seem at all surprised by the man’s words. He thought for a second, then said, “I’ll think about it.” Then after a pause, “Do you think it’s serious?”

“I ain’t no doctor. Who knows?” Adam looked a little scared.  Blake added, “But you probably have nothin’ to worry ‘bout. It wouldn’t hurt though.”

“Alright, I’ll make an appointment later today.” Adam said.

“Do you want me to go with ya?” Blake didn’t want to seem too pushy, but he wanted to be there if Adam needed him.

“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

At that moment, Shakira and Usher walked in, chatting loudly.

Blake smiled and gave Adam a pat on the shoulder before walking back to his seat.