Ashton's P.O.V:
I woke up in my bunk with a shooting pain in my stomach. I felt like I was gonna be sick but I couldn't get up. Everyone else was asleep and they needed it, so I couldn't really wake them up. I just fell back asleep, trying to get rid of the nausea. I woke up what seemed like seconds later and my stomach was hurting even more, I could feel the bile in my throat, my was head pounding, and I freezing ,but sweating. I sat up, ignoring how painful it was and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and gagged. I felt a hand on my back, rubbing circles. "Let it all out Ash." I heard Michael say. Gagged again and then it all came up. "You done?" Michael asked. I nodded as I wiped my mouth and said "Michael, go back to bed." "You seriously want me to go back to bed after my best friend just threw up. Not yet Ashton." He said and then helped me up.
Michael's P.O.V:
I woke up and I heard gags and coughs coming from the bathroom. I got up and went to the bathroom to see Ashton. I rubbed circles in his back and said "Let it all out Ash." He gagged again and then threw up. "You done?" I asked. He nodded, wiping his mouth. "Michael, go back to bed." He ordered me. "You seriously want me to go back to bed when my best friend just threw up. Not yet Ashton." I told him and then helped him up and took him to his bunk. "I'll be right back." I said. I walked to the medicine bag and grabbed a thermometer and some medicine. "Hey Ash, take these." I said as I stood at his bunk, handing him a medicine cup. He took it and I stuck the thermometer in his mouth. I actually was worried about Ashton, he never got sick. The theremometer beeped and I said "102.4, Ash go back to sleep. I'm gonna cancel the interview we have today. There is no way you are going." "But the concert, I am going to that." He mumbled. "We'll see Ash." I said and then walked back to bed. "What's up with him?" Calum mumbled. I showed him the thermometer and said "Flu." "He can't do the concert if that's his temperature." Calum said. "He disagrees. But I know what's gonna happen. He's gonna feel even worse later, he's gonna say he's fine, he's gonna push himself too hard at the concert, and he will feel worse tommorow." I said. "Probably." Calum mumbled and then he went back to sleep. I shuffled back to my bunk and climbed in.
Ashton's P.O.V:
I woke up and my stomach was even worse, I didn't even know that was possible. "Hey Ash. You look even worse." Michael said as he folded his arms on the edge of the bunk. "I'm fine for the concert." I said sitting up. I screwed my eyes shut and held my stomach. "You are such a bad liar." Michael said. "I'm fine." I said getting out of the bunk. "Fine, but if you feel like you're gonna be sick. Tell someone. Don't hide it." Michael said. I nodded and walked into the kitchen. Michael put some toast in front of me and I shook my head. "If you are as good as you say you are then you can eat Ashton. Be honest, how do you really feel?" He asked. "Terrible." I muttered resting my head on the cool table. "What hurts?" Michael asked. "Head and stomach." I mumbled. "How about we make a deal. Your temp is under 100 than you can go but if it isn't you stay here." Michael said. "Fine." I mumbled. Michael walked away, came back with the thermometer and stuck it in my mouth. It beeped and he took it out. "You are staying here Ash. 103.2 is way past our deal." He said. "The fans need me there." I mumbled getting up. I got dizzy and lost my balance for a second. "Ashton, we have replacements and if you feel better later you can always come back." Michael said, trying to convince me. "I'm going Michael." I said. "Oh my god fine." He finally gave in.
Michael's P.O.V:
I finally gave in because there was no use in arguing with him. "God he's stubborn." I muttered as he walked out of the room. "Heard that!" Ashton yelled back. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bunk. "Concert's soon!" I yelled throughout the bus. There was a groan coming from Ashton's bunk. "Dude, if you're that sick stay." I said opening the curtain. "I'm fine." He mumbled as he sat up. "Then get ready." I said. He groaned and got ready.
*******SKIP TO CONCERT*********
Ashton's P.O.V:
I felt like complete shit. I was really tired and my stomach hurt but I had to play. About halfway through the concert Michael looked at me and mouthed 'You okay?' I shook my head and after the song ended Michael explained my situation and went backstage, my replacement taking over for the rest of the concert. I laid on the couch backstage, trying to sleep. But it just felt worse. I got up and tan to the bathroom as I felt the bile in my throat. I leaned over the toilet and emptied the contents of my stomach. I cleaned up after that and laid back down on the couch, falling asleep. I was shaken awake about 2 hours later. "Hey mate, feel any better?" Michael asked. "A little." I admitted, sitting up. "Let's go back to the bus, its time to go anyway." Michael said as I got up. We got to the tour bus and I went to sleep immediately once I got into my bunk. For the entire week Michael and the others helped get healthy again.
*This was so long and so shitty. I am such a bad writer.*
