Wildflower

Thirty-Eight

Calum groans as he begins to wake up, his head pounding possibly worse than it had yet. His body feeling drained and cold, stomach in knots from the pain in his head.

"Cal, Calum." Her soft voice is soothing almost, fingers brushing gently over his tight shoulder muscles.

"What- What happened?" He whispers, breathing hard as he rolls in the bed until he can see her, the sheets pulled up around her bare body.

"What happened? We went to dinner, had a nice time and then came back here?" She frowns.

That didn't add up, they'd gone to dinner sure, but then he'd had his episode, his mum and Ashton and Mali had shown up to their dinner somehow. Or Z was Mali..? And then he blacked out. His head had got the better of him.

"Fuck." He groans, tightening his hands around his head as it seizes again.

"Calum, you're scaring me." Zeppelynn frowns.

"I didn't pass out at the host desk at dinner? I wasn't going on about my mum or Ashton or Mali?" He asks quietly, breathing through his teeth as he tries to orient himself.

"No..? We went in, had our meal and a good time and then left. No harm no foul? Calum, I don't want to be that girlfriend, but if you're this disoriented I think you should see a doctor." she frowns.

"I'm fine, it must have been a dream. I've had some weird ones lately." He waves her off. Pulling his hands away from his head and trying to relax, he cannot have everyone worrying about this, he isn't crazy and he isn't sick. He's just tired. That's all.

"You sure you're okay?" Zeppelynn frowns, sliding closer to him, her warm legs tangling with his as she rests her head against his chest.

"I've got you here with me, why wouldn't I be okay?"

"You were practically crying two minutes ago because your head hurt so badly, and you don't remember our date from last night." she points out.

"Must have had too much to drink or something."

"We didn't even have wine..." she whispers, scratching her fingers over his bare chest softly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, but I really don't remember anything beyond arriving at the restaurant. It's this jumbled mess of you, my mum, Ashton, and Mali. I don't remember eating, or coming back here, or anything."

"That's what a girl wants to hear." She chuckles softly, "Haven't seen you in weeks, we didn't drink at all, but somehow my boyfriend doesn't remember the sex we had."

"I'm sorry." He frowns, hugging her tighter to his body, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head.

"I'll just have to make tonight more memorable. I don't want you remembering your sister, mom, or best friend when you should be remembering me and our actions." She chuckles, turning to look up at him. "You look awful this morning, like you don't feel good at all."

"That's what a guy wants to hear as soon as he wakes up. His girlfriend telling him he looks shit." he rolls his eyes.

"I'm sorry, you just look so pale, and warn out for having just woke up."

"I feel it too. I've got a headache again today for sure, and not a little one." he nods, hugging her tightly to him.

"What are you guys doing today?"

"Interview and a small acoustic show." he shrugs.

"What time do you need to be ready?"

"Car call is at ten."