This is different from the other stories. It makes me cringe when I read it, but on the other hand I think it's the most realistic one I wrote.
I never thought I'd write such an AU... It's weird. But it's inspired by something that happened last week.
Please, leave me a comment, let me know what you think. It feels like just one person is reading this (AND I REALLY REALLY REALLY THANK YOU!)
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Calum wakes up with a not pleasant taste in his mouth. It's the third time this week. He reclutantly gets up, making his way to the bathroom he shares with his roommate and spitting into the sink. A tiny yellowish line of spit mixed with stomach acid dangles from between his lips and he nonchalantly uses his hand to clean himself.
He swallows a bit of water and spits again.
His stomach is burning from the inside and his throat hurts, but that's nothing new to him.
What bothers him now is the increasing pain into his lower abdomen. It's been four days and it's still there.
Calum glances at the bathroom window, frowning at the dark sky. It's nowhere near morning and he knows he won't fall asleep again.
He settles himself on the couch, with his pillow and his blanket and tries to fall asleep again. He spends most of the time on his phone, unable to lie down without feeling the urge to throw up and worrying about the pain in his belly.
He is about to fall asleep when Michael makes his way downstairs.
'What are you doing here?' Michael asks from the bottom of the stairs, 'Still not feeling good?'
