'Cal, come on, we are in a hurry!' Luke says, grabbing his wrist and forcing him out of his chair.
'Luke,wait, I didn't have breakfast,' Calum replies quietly, trying at least to grab his untouched toast, but Luke's hold on his arm is strong and the boy is in a rush.
It's not that he wants to complain, but he needs his breakfast, mostly because he had his insulin injection ten minutes ago and he should really eat something.
But he gets that Luke is excited, he is too. They have try outs for the football team this afternoon and they are both pretty on the edge because of that. He'll eat one of the snacks that he always has in his backpack,he tells himself.
Except that there aren't any. He forgot to refill last time he used them.
His head is aching by the time they sit in their first class and he keeps rubbing his temples with no relief during the whole lesson.
'Are you okay?' Luke asks elbowing him, 'You aren't taking notes.'
Calum looks down at his notebook. There are some doodles in a corner, but there aren't any words. He has no idea of what he is doing, all he knows is that he is sweating a lot. He closes the nopmteboook and uses it as a fan,even if he isn't hot. He feels kinda cold to be honest.
When Luke shakes his arm again, everyone is leaving the room.
'You are completely out of it,' Luke tells him.
Calum blinks a couple times, his vision unclear. 'Micky?' he asks, despite the weird sensation in his mouth. His lips feel heavy and his tongue feels glued to his teeth. He feels like he is shaking, but he can't be sure.
'He didn't wake up in time,' Luke explains. 'Are you drunk? We have try outs and-'
'Not drunk,' Calum says, stopping him. 'Head hurts.'
He sees Luke rolling his eyes and he knows Luke doesn't believe him. How could he anyway?
It's not that Calum has been secretive about this, but he has known Luke for no more than two weeks, when he moved in his dorm and found out he wasn't in the same room as Michael. And Luke is a nice guy, but Calum gets shy about his hillness. That's why he has been injecting his insulin in the bathroom ever since, not wanting to explain. He has known he is diabetic since he was seventeen, when he went to the ER for a broken wrist and suddenly he was being admitted, with doctors asking him questions and nurses taking blood samples. The first year had been awful, his glucose levels kept skyrocketing and then going so low that he fainted. But then things got better and it's been a while since he has been hypoglycemic. That's why he hasn't recognised the symptoms at first. But, fuck. He injected his insulin and didn't eat.
'Michey,' he mumbles, panicking slightly in his daze.
'Come on, let's go to our room,' Luke says, 'You need to sober up before someone sees you like this.'
Calum tries to explain that he is not drunk and that he needs Michael, but at this point it is already a miracle that he doesn't crumble on the floor for how dizzy he is getting.
'I didn't know you were the clingy kind of drunk,' Luke laughs, 'I'm calling your Michey, here!'
Calum smiles thankful, Michael will know how to handle him, so he lets Luke guide him to their room.
.
Michael had woken up impossibly late after he and his roommate were awake until 5am talking and getting to know each other, which is something frankly too girly for Michael, but it looked like the boy was craving for someone to talk to and Michael isn't a bad person.
