Here is part 2.
I really hope you like it! I'm not sure it's any good, but I did my best.
I'm only in Calum's mood right now. But I was wondering, do you have any requests? It would be my first time, but I'd really like to try.
Anyway, enjoy!
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Calum sighs for the hundrenth time. His head is killing him, he can't see clear and his hands are shaking. He can tell his fever is getting higher and almost regrets telling Michael to go. Michael knows what to do, while Luke panics so easily and Calum is way too sick to take care of himself.
'You are feeling worse, aren't you?' Luke asks, touching Calum's forehead with his long fingers. 'You are hot again.'
Michael made sure he took more Ibuprofen before leaving and by the time he had to go, Calum's fever had gone down, or else Michael would have stayed. And now it looks like the fever is spiking once again and Luke keeps looking at Calum with his worried blue eyes. He is biting on his lower lip, frowning from time to time.
Calum shrugs, he doesn't even have the strength to talk. His mouth is dry, but he can't drink without throwing up and his lips are sore for lack of hydration. He can tell Luke is uncomfortable just staying in the same room as Calum. He doesn't know if it's because Luke wanted to stay home with Ashton or because Michael yelled at him because of Calum or just because Calum is sick and he is a burden.
'Sorry you' re stuck with me,' Calum manages to whisper before another coughing fit makes him shake from head to toe, the nauseous feeling intensifying.
Luke places something cold on his forehead and Calum tries to shrink away from the cold. He doesn't like the way Luke forces him still, almost taking advantage of Calum's lack of strength. 'I need to lay down,' he mumbles, reaching for Luke's wrist and holding it tightly. The room is spinning and Calum can feel bile making his way up his throat.
'You are already lying. Are you ok? I think I should call Michael. Or a doctor, maybe.'
'Don't call Michael!' Calum rushes to say. He looks frantic.
'Why?'
'He'll be mad. He hates you.'
Luke thinks about it. Is Michael angry at him to the point of hating him? He was the one who told Luke to call for anything. 'He used to hate me in grade 7, Calum. We are on good terms now.'
'We are in grade 7, silly,' Calum says, 'I feel carsick. Pull over.'
A 'shit!' escapes Luke's lips as he realises what's going on. He grabs the thermometer and holds it on Calum's temple for a few seconds.
40.2
'Calum, please!' Luke begs, shaking Calum's arms in the hope that it will make him come to his senses, as he keeps mumbling nonsense. 'Please you were fine a few minutes ago. Michael is gonna kill me.'
He tries to call Michael twice, but he doesn't answer. It's kind of funny how Calum is delirious and Luke's worrying about Michael. The interview has begun, Luke decides. So he just tries to keep Calum cool, changing the cold rag on his forehead from time to time, wetting his wrists and chest and talks to him trying to help him through his delirium.
