A Sick Christmas

Chapter Three

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, in the 5sos household~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Geez Ash, Ya gonna be okay there?" Calum joked.

Ashton had been coughing for about 10 second straight, and couldn't catch a break. He'd had a bit of a stuffy nose this week, nothing serious, but he'd been feeling worse by the day. Today, he was pretty sure he had a fever, and he couldn't stop coughing.

He shivered again, his arms covered in goosebumps.

"Im okay" He laughed "Just my freaking luck. Getting sick on our day off" He joked, rolling his eyes. He shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

"Yeah," Calum laughed. He placed his hand on Ashton's forehead.

"You do feel a bit warm. Do you feel like you have a fever?" Calum asked. They didn't have a thermometer, so they just had to guesstimate.

Their front fork opened, and Luke and Michael walked into the room, carrying fast food bags from Nandos. Luke grinned, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter.

Their apartment was small, two bedrooms and a bathroom, with not much in between. The living room was only large enough for a couch, and the kitchen was the size of a hallway. They ate at the small island connecting to the edge of the kitchen.

Michael walked over, handing a plastic bag to Ashton. He grinned and walked away. Ashton took the bag, opening it, to find roughly seven different medicine bottles.

"Really?" Ashton questioned "Was this really necessary?" he laughed

"Sorry. I asked Liam what to get for you." Michael shrugged.

"Michael. He said OR in between each thing. Not AND" Luke face palmed

"Well. Oops" Michael laughed, walking to the bathroom.

Ashton pulled the medicine bottles out, one at a time, reading what they all did. One was for fevers, one was for coughing and sore throat, one was to help him sleep, one was for his stomach.

"Michael" Ashton laughed "I don't even had a stomach ache"

"Well, Liam said that if you have the flu, then you could get one. I had to be prepared" Michael grinned

"You didn't get a thermometer? That was like, the one thing I asked you to get" Calum face-palmed.

Ashton sniffed, laying back on the couch. He closed his eyes, breathing gently through his mouth. He groaned, wiping his nose.

"I fucking hate my life" He joked

Calum rolled his eyes, and continued to read the bottles.

"Guys" Luke mumbled, his mouth full. "Who wants food?" he asked, holding up a piece of chicken.

The boys all shared a laugh. Ashton sat up, grabbing a bottle of medicine off the table. He opened the lid, taking a small drink before putting it back down.

"Ashton what are you doing? I haven't measured it yet!" Calum asked, really confused.

"Take now, measure later," Ashton laughed. Leaning back into the couch. He swallowed a few times, in a failing attempt to soothe his burning throat.

He didn't remember falling asleep, but apparently he did, because the next thing he remembered was waking up in his room, in his bed, and it was dark outside. He sat up, opening his eyes, before closing them and laying back down.

He had a really bad headache. He sighed, sniffing, before turning and trying to get more comfortable. He eventually succeeded in falling back to sleep.