Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Pitch Perfect, nor do I own the people that play said characters.
"You okay in there, Donald?" Jesse asked, knocking on the bathroom door. He'd been in there for over half an hour and it was starting to worry him. Jesse could hear gagging from behind the door and then winced when he heard the senior empty his stomach. Donald opened the door and wiped his mouth on his jacket sleeve before stumbling over to the bed and finally collapsing, face buried into the black pillow.
"I'm gonna call Bumper." Jesse said, not expecting a reply. He pulled out his smart phone and clicked on Bumper's mobile number. It rang five times before he finally picked up, not sounding very happy.
"You're late for practice, Jesse. Regional's are in two weeks and we need to come up with a routine." Bumper said, sounding highly annoyed. Jesse sighed.
"Donald's sick. He obviously—" Bumper cut him off.
"He better be dying! You better get both of your asses over here." Bumper said, ready to hang up.
"Bumper, wait! I honestly don't think that Donald should even be moving, let alone practicing for regional's." Jesse said, the concern obvious in his voice. He had to wait a few seconds before he heard Bumper answer.
"You head on over here. I'll come over and keep an eye on him." he finally answered, hanging up.
~JDS~
"Hey, Donald. Wake up, dude." Bumper said, shaking the tall boy awake. Donald reached for the covers so that he could block his bossy friend out, but the simple act nauseated him. He heard Bumper pull the trashcan over and seconds later, Donald was dry heaving into the grey can. He didn't have anything in his stomach left to purge so he just dry heaved for a few minutes before he relaxed back on the bed, completely drained.
"Jesse wasn't kidding, was he? You look like shit." Bumper's ever-present smirk was still on his face, but it was obvious that he was worried. All he received in return was an annoyed snort. Bumper sat on the rug next to the bed and stayed there for the rest of the day, occasionally checking his phone for text messages and the like. It was around seven when Jesse got back from practice.
"Is he any better?" Jesse asked, throwing his jacket onto the desk chair and his bag on the floor.
"He's still heaving but other than that, he's been asleep all day." he replied, the smirk replaced with a frown. Bumper stood up and his bones cracked with every little movement. Jesse snorted and thanked Bumper for staying with Donald for the day.
"No problemo, dude. I'll come back tomorrow and check on him." he said, ready to leave.
"Thanks, dude." Donald said, obviously half asleep. Bumper smiled, not a smirk but a genuine smile, before he said goodbye and left.
I hope you all enjoyed that short story. I wrote it in about an hour and I enjoyed every minute of it.
- JDS