This is the First request I write. I really enjoyed writing this and especially, I'm finally over my ONLY Calum fics. I'm both incredibly excited and impossibly frightened about this story. Hope you'll like it.
---> Luke gets appendicitis on promo tour for 5sos3.
Luke has been feeling weird for the past couple days. Nothing major, just a weird feeling in his gut and it's not that sensation of 'something is going to happen'. It's more like the 'I'm getting the flu' kind of sensation. It started out as a bloated belly which he was pretty self conscious about, then the cramps hit him and now he feels nauseous too.
He tries to push the feeling in the back of his mind, well aware that their promo tour just started and he can't afford to be sick. Especially, he doesn't want Calum to worry too much, he knows his boyfriend is already on the edge, being the most emotional of all of them and Luke doesn't want him to worry over something as stupid as the flu.
On the other hand, he can't help but crave for Calum to just lie with him and cuddle until he feels better.
But obviously they have a busy schedule and there is no time for being sick. He should probably ask for some stomach relaxers, at least for the show tonight.
'Wake up, sleepy head,' he hears Calum say. 'It's half past five, and we're supposed to get ready.'
Having to get up so early in the morning, after spending half of the night awake, with a sore stomach and feeling nauseous is horrible. But still, they have work to do.
'Are you okay?' Calum asks, gently tilting his head to his side and giving him a concerned look.
Luke shrugs, not so sure about lying anymore. Standing up made his stomach flip and he almost feels like throwing up.
Scratch that, he is definitely going to throw up.
Without answering, mostly because he doesn't trust himself to open his mouth, he makes his way past Calum and rushes to the bathroom.
Now that he thinks about it, how can he be nauseous, if he hasn't eaten anything yesterday? He is probably just hungry, he tells himself a second before burning bile makes his way up his throat.
'Shit,' Calum mumbles, kneeling on the nasty bathroom floor next to Luke and gently rubbing his back. 'You don't look so good,' he says, holding Luke's forehead with his free hand as another mouthful of vomit splashes into the toilet.
'I think you have a fever,' Calum says, shaking almost as much as Luke and Luke can't help but worry. Calum is always so easy to scare, Luke almost feels guilty, even if he is the one who is suffering.
