5SOS Sickfics (Reimagined)

A Tap On Death's Door (Michael)

Michael's POV:

"Mike, you almost done in there? Matt has to talk to us about our schedule today!" Calum shouted, banging on the door of the bathroom.

I cleared my throat before answering. "Y-Yeah! I'll be out in a second," I responded.

I had dashed in here earlier thinking I was about to be sick, before most of the others had even noticed I was awake. I had been sitting on the cold tiles of the bathroom for who knows how long just waiting for something to happen. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and took some deep breaths. I felt my entire body shaking from the rampant nausea coursing through my entire being. I didn't even know if I would even be able to move without puking, but I couldn't stay here all day.

Eventually, with what little strength I managed to muster, I shakily stood, balancing myself by placing two hands on the sink. I stared down at the floor, trying to take more deep breaths. I couldn't help but feel a bit pathetic, someone in the prime of their life hanging off of the sink just to stand up properly. I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. God, I looked awful. I waited a few more seconds until I felt okay enough and I walked out of the bathroom.

Just as I walked out, I bumped into Calum who was waiting at the other side of the door. "There you are! Matt is with Ashton and Luke already, they're waiting for us," Calum explained. I sighed heavily, and followed him to the main room of the bus. Ashton and Luke were sitting on the couch while Matt was standing, reading through something on his phone, probably our daily schedule. "Got him," Calum said, making all of them look up at me.

Matt quickly smiled and put his phone away in his pocket. He cleared his throat before speaking, "So, today is going to be an eventful day," Great, I thought. "You boys have a photo shoot at eleven forty-five, a meet and greet at two, sound check at seven thirty and the concert will be at eight," I was worried. I wasn't sure if I could make it through the day without being sick. It was, "speak now or forever hold my peace."

I took a shaky breath. "Is there any way I could skip something? I'm not feeling so good," I asked, looking at Matt hopeful. Matt stared me down for a moment, eyeing me up and down. I held my breath waiting for his response.

"You don't seem too sick to me," Matt said after a moment. My heart dropped. Of course he didn't believe me. I didn't fully understand how though, I mean I looked like shit, at least according to the bathroom mirror and my own eyeballs I did.

"Please, Matt! Why do you think I was in the bathroom for so long? I'm sick," I pleaded. "I have been extremely nauseous for hours now," I added. (Little did he know, I had been feeling ill on and off for the past several weeks, but I wasn't about to say anything. The boys didn't even know.)

Matt sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Listen, we're really busy today. If you feel worse, then I'll think about it, but as of now, you will need to be there for everything," he explained.

I wanted to cry at that. Hearing those words only made me feel that much worse. It was like my stomach was taking Matt's words as a challenge, and was desperate to prove him, myself, basically everyone wrong. Matt finished explaining everything. When he finally left the room, Ashton came up to me.

"Are you really feeling sick?" Ashton asked with a frown. I only shrugged, there was no point in saying anything, the truth or a lie. There was no point. He gently felt my forehead and hummed. "I can't tell if you've got a fever. Maybe you just need some food with you, then we can walk around until the photo shoot," he suggested.

"I've heard there is a great café near by," Calum adding, going to the fridge to grab a cold water bottle. I nodded. Even if I felt like I was going to be sick any minute, I decided to listen to Ashton and assume that I was just hungry. Maybe the exercise would help. Plus, the café could have something light for my stomach.