dedicated to stingyherron thanks for requestingg xx
(if you're british like me, ER = A&E haha. there's probably lots of british slang in this aswell so sorry for that hahaha)
Jack's POV ~
Something is off with Zach. He hasn't left his room all day, not even to say hi to us or to eat anything. Jonah's obviously worrying a bit, he keeps asking everyone if they have seen him or if he has come downstairs yet, which he obviously hasn't.
"Guys, seriously this isn't like him. He never locks his door, especially when the weather is so good outside. He loves going out on days like this, right?" Jonah once again breaks the silence, making us all sigh and roll our eyes.
"Jonah, he's a teenage boy, he's probably just catching up on sleep." Corbyn says, patting Jonah's arm as he tries to focus on the game of fortnite he's playing with Daniel. I can tell Jonah is still on edge, as he chews on his lip, which is something he only does when he's nervous. My suspicions are correct when he finally speaks again.
"I know, but I'm the oldest, I need to take care of you all. What if something's wrong?" He says, his eyes drifting to me. I eventually sigh.
"Fine, how about I go check on him. Would that make you feel better?" I ask softly, slightly patronising him.
"If he even lets you in." Jonah remarks, before sighing and smiling slightly. "Sorry, yes it would."
I hound up the stairs, stopping at the top and walking quietly up to Zach's room. I knock softly, awaiting a response but not getting any.
"Zach, can I come in?" I ask, straining my ears to listen to him.
"It's open." I hear from the other side, surprising me slightly. My hand immediately goes to open the door, hearing the soft click as it does. Two things that stand out about the room is the darkness and the heat. I huff slightly, feeling the thickness of the warm room, illuminated merely by Zach's small bedside lamp.
"Zach?" I look over at his small figure, huddled under the blanket, and I can't even begin to imagine how hot it must be under there. His tired eyes meet mine, his being slightly glazed over.
"Zach, what's going on? It's boiling in here." I chuckle, walking up to him.
"I'm cold." I freeze in my tracks when I hear his words, feeling my stomach drop slightly.
"Zach, are you feeling alright?" My tone immediately softens completely, and I lean down so that I can see him more clearly.
"Zach?" I repeat when he doesn't answer me. All I eventually hear is a small whimper making my eyebrows furrow. I pull the cover off his body, noticing his hoodie and sweatpants. He cries out, wrapping his arms around himself.
"No, Jacky, I'm cold." He whines, looking at me through his eye lashes. I wipe the sweat off his forehead before placing my hand on it, frowning at the heat.
"Zach love, you're sweating and burning up." I murmur. I watch in sorrow as tears build in his eyes, and I wipe the first one away when it drops.
"I don't feel good." He finally gives in, letting out a sob.
"Oh Zachy, you need to tell us when you don't feel well, otherwise we can't help you." I say, already beginning to discreetly take my phone out of my pocket. I open Jonah's contact, quickly typing "come to Zach's room asap" and sending it. I then turn my attention back to Zach, cupping his cheek gently to make him look at me.
"It's okay love, just tell me what hurts, I'm gonna help you." I whisper to him.
"I-It's my stomach and my head, I-I feel like I'm swimming cause everything is so hazy a-and it's so cold." He stutters out, his words slightly slurred. I feel my heart rate pick up slightly; none of his symptoms sound very promising.
