*Ash's POV*
I woke up. It was dark. I looked at the clock. 3:52 AM
My face feels like it's burning. I'm radiating heat but I'm freezing cold and shivering. My whole body aches. I am dizzy. Uh. I have the flu. I try to fall back to sleep but I took a while. After 20 minutes I fall into a light sleep.
I wake up to voices. Everyone is eating breakfast. My stomach hurts and I'm dizzy but I try to eat. I slowly sit up. I get dressed. I walk out and sit down. The smell of food makes me feel sick but I ignore it. I get a glass of water and slowly sip at it. I can't stomach food. Michael looks at me strangely. I try to smile and reassure him. I don't want anyone to worry. We get ready. Today was recording and writing then a photo shoot. Great!... not I look like death right now.
We climb in the van to go to the studio. I lay my head against the cool glass and close my eyes. Michael eyes me carefully but I don't have the energy to bother to reassure him. We arrive too early for my liking. We climb out. On the way in I stumble and Michael holds my hand to help me catch my balance. He knows I'm sick but to tough to admit it. We sit down on our stools. My throat is starting to hurt. This site going to be a bad day. I want to tell everyone then go and sleep but I know I can't. I do my best. I'm tired so drumming is hard but at least I don't have to sing. I haven't been playing perfectly. I know Michael noticed. We get a little break and I go sit down on a sofa. Michael comes and sits down next to me. He puts hand on my forehead then puts his arm around me. I lean on his shoulder. "Ashton, I know you don't feel well. I think you have a fever. Do you want to leave?", He gently asked. " How'd you notice?"
" I just know when your sick"
"Yeah. I feel horrible. But I have to keep going."
"No you don't. You need to get better."
"I don't need to rest yet."
"What hurts?"
"My muscles hurt, my throat hurts, I'm dizzy, and my stomach hurts."
"How about we do a deal. We take your temperature and if it's over 100 then you rest but if it's under then you can stay."
"Ok"
Michael walked off to get a thermometer. I laid down. When Michael came back he helped me sit up and stuck the thermometer in my mouth. BEEP! He took it out. 100.5
"Ash, you have a fever."
"I know"
"Let's go back to the bus."
"No you can't. You have to record"
"NO, you need to recover."
