Roadtrip Oneshots

Mack, Epilepsy (Part 2)

Requested by thoughts-and-stars. And yes, there us a huge gap between part 1 and 2, but, oh well!
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Jack

To say I was concerned would've been an understatement.

Mikey had been out of it all day, and I knew that to be a sign that he might have a seizure; I'd learnt to pick up on this, and I'd learnt it the hard way.

We still had a couple of hours before the show tonight, but I wanted to make sure that.

"Mike, listen... do you want to give this show a miss?" I asked when he rested his head on my shoulder.

We'd just finished soundcheck, and that left us with hours of free time

"No, no I'm alright. I'm just a bit tired is all." He'd said with a yawn, and had promptly fallen asleep. I'd smiled when he'd let out a soft snore, wrapped an arm around him loosely.

When he woke up two hours later he had perked up loads, which had surprised me.

He didn't usually perk up... only after he'd had a seizure would he perk up. It put me to ease a bit, but I was still worried. Simply because I'd never known him to perk up like he had done so.

"Jack... are you ready?" Mikey called from the doorway.

"Yeah."

I'd left the room with him, and the five of us made our way to the stage.

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Surprisingly everything ran smoothly; until it didn't.

After five songs, Mikey started to go sluggish, and I didn't take my eyes off him. As discreetly as I could I made my way over to him, not caring that I had messed up some of the choreography in the process.

I dropped my microphone and dived when I saw the whites of my boyfriends eyes, and caught him before he hit the ground. Mikey's microphone rolled away off stage somewhere, but I didn't follow it.

He was already fitting before he had fallen.

His elbow collided solidly with my mouth, and I let out a shout, covered it with my hand. I rubbed it once, and then focused back on my boyfriend. I didn't even really care too much.

But before he could hit me again I rolled him off me, and onto his side. I ignored the throbbing on my mouth, staring at Mikey with wide eyes, on my knees.

The music cut off, and the crowd grew deadly silent. I could hear sniffles, and few whispers, and maybe even a few cries coming from them, but we couldn't really do anything.

"Can someone..."

But as I turned around I saw that brook already had a timer started on his phone, and he was watching it intently.

Rye and Andy had their backs to crowd, in a vain attempt to shield Mikey from view, but we all knew that they could see everything that was happening.

I frantically searched the stage around Mikey, checking and double checking that there was nothing he could hurt himself on.

There wasn't, but I needed to cushion his head before he hurt himself.

"Can someone get me something soft? I don't want him to hit his head." I whispered, scooted back a bit when I realised I was far too close.

"Has anyone got anything soft that we can cushion his head with?" Andy said into the microphone, turning to face the crowd.

I felt tears roll down my cheeks, but I ignored them, just as I was ignoring the throbbing pain on my mouth.

I faced the crowd fleetingly, watching as a girl in the front row offered up and thick and fluffy jumper, which Andy climbed down to retrieve with a word of thanks and a hug.

I took it from Andy and placed it beneath his head. I sniffled when the fitting didn't slow. It kept going at the same velocity, the same intensity.

"Mikey... we're all right here." I whispered. My hands fell uselessly onto my lap.

The whispering from behind us continued to grow, and it only made me cry more. But it was silent crying.

Almost on a miracle the fitting stopped, and it was probably the quickest fit he had had to record. I sighed, wiped the tears from my eyes, and played with his hair.

He began to stir with a groan, and Rye was quick to scoop him up and rush off stage quickly. I was hot on his heels, and followed him into the green room. We left Brooklyn and Andy on the stage, and I guess the pair of them had decided to talk to the Roadies for a bit.

Rye placed my boyfriend gently on the sofa, and I reached for the first jumper I saw, covered Mikey with it whilst he was still coming round.

Rye came back with a glass water, and I took it with a smile.

"Thanks Rye."

"No worries... listen, are you going to be okay by yourself? Because I was going to go out and help Brook and Andy." He said. I could see that he didn't mind which one he did.

"Yeah, we'll be fine. The worst of it's over now anyway." I smiled.

Rye patted my shoulder, ruffled Mikey's hair, and then he was gone.

I sighed, taking Mikey's hand in my own. He squeezed back right away.

"What are we going to do with you, huh?" I chuckled when he blinked slowly, his eyes searching the whole room before they landed on me.

"Hey," I whispered. "You're in the green room at the moment Mike." I explained when I saw the confusion on his face.

He coughed a few times, and I helped him sit up so he could have some water. He let me hold the glass to his lips, and signalled when he'd had enough.

"Nice catch, Duff." Mikey laughed hoarsely, and I laughed with him, relief hitting me hard.

He'd laid down properly, curled up a little on the sofa. I stayed sat beside the sofa, staring at him softly.

"Anytime." I replied, leant in to kiss his lips.

I hissed when my mouth hurt; oh right, I'd forgotten about that.

"What happened?" Mikey asked, reaching his hand out to lightly touch the corner of my mouth. "It's bruised." He concluded with a frown.

"It's nothing." I coughed, pulled back a bit hastily. A bit too hastily.

"I hit you didn't I?" He mumbled, anguish in his blue eyes. That anguish shouldn't be there... ever.

"It wasn't your fault... it was an accident." I said with a smile, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Maybe so, but..." Mikey laid back down in defeat, closed his eyes.

"Hey, I've got to let my boyfriend think he has the upper hand right?" I joked, and internally fist-pumped when his eyes snapped open, smirk on his face.

Mikey wacked me on the head with a laugh. "Keep telling yourself that."

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