I wrote this last night. why, I don't know. I write in my sleep and they're called dreams.
Nick was too stubborn. You have to push this boy to do stuff he doesn't want to do. Admitting he's sick is one of those things.
The boys had just finished packing for the world tour and they would be on tour until some time in early 2011. Stella and Macy were coming along only because they couldn't last without the boys for half of a year. Macy was putting one of her suitcases in the van when Nick came out of the house with his own suitcase, groaning when he put it down.
"Everything okay Nick?" Macy asked, concerned for the young rockstar next to her.
"I'm fine Mace. Thanks for asking," Nick said, attempting to smile even though he knew something was wrong. His stomach was starting to hurt, but he was ignoring it for the sake of the tour. He couldn't ruin this tour. He just couldn't.
Everyone loaded the luggage into the cvan until the only bags left were the carry-ons. Kevin placed his forest green bag next to the door. Kevin's had a blanket, his iPad, a juice box for Frankie(since Frankie stuffed as many Webinks and toys as he could into his), and his pajama pants since Stella declared no one wears pajama pants on the plane unless they are hidden by a blanket. Joe put his next to Kevin's. He had an eletric indgo bag filled with hair stuff, his iPod, a blanket, and pajama pants. Nick was stull stuffing stuff into his pacific blue bag. He had a blanket, pajama pants, his iPod, extra insulin, a snack just incase his blood sugar got low, and his meter. Stella was the only one who wasn't going to wear pajama pants in public, so her pink bag only had makeup, and her iPod. And her makeup pretty much filled the whole bag. Macy had a purple bag with her video camera, her iPod, a planket, and pajama pants.
"Are we ready to go?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," everyone said. They all got into the lim. It was an hour drive to get to the airport, so Nick fell asleep, hoping that he would be able to sleep off his stomach ache. He wasn't. It started hurting worse.
The walk through the airport was long. Nick forgot to take off his dogtag when they went through security, Joe got mad because he left his favorite comb at home, and Kevin had changed his mind at the last minute about which guitar he was briging on tour. Kevin and Joe's complaints were ignored and everyone boarded the plane. Kevin sat next to Frankie, Stella sat next to Joe, and Macy sat next to Nick.
"Excited for the tour Nick?" Macy asked once she got back from changing into her pajama pants.
"Yeah. I wrote a lot of songs when I was in London. Six weeks in London town inspires you a lot," Nick said.
"Yeah, I read your tweet. I can't wait to hear the rest," Macy said. Nick smiled. After a while, everyone was asleep. After all, they had all been up since two in the morning. But there was something different about the wat Nick and Macy were sleeping. Their hands found their way together as they slept, so they held each other's hands as the flew to Texas.
Time was ticking away and the concert was starting in three hours. Nick still hadn't come out of his dressing room and everyone wondered why.
Nick's stomach ache became an unbareable pain in his side. Every move he made sent a stabbing feeling into his side.
"Nick, it's nothing," he told himself.
"Boys, have you seen Nick?" Tom asked.
"He's still in his dressong room," Joe said, in the middle of a pre-concert game of Guitar Hero. Tom knocked on the door and their was no answer. He walked into the room to find Nick in the bathroom throwing up.
"Nick, are you okay?" Tom asked. Nick had his arms over his stomach and he was biting his lips to the point where they were bleeding.
"Nick, stop biting your lips," Tom said. Nick's teeth released his lips.
"I'm fine," Nick said. He stood up and fell, his dad catching him.
"OW!" Nick yelled. Tom picked Nick up and carried him into the lounge backstage.
"Nick, what hurts?" Tom asked.
"My stomach. It feels like someone is stabbing my side," Nick said. Tom laid Nick on his back and put pressure on Nick's right side.
"OW! Dad it hurts!" Nick yelled, tears starting to fill his eyes.
"Stay put, I'll be right back," Tom said. He ran and got Sandy. Everyone seeing how panicked he was, they followed them.
"Sweetie, how long has your stomach been hurting?" Sandy asked.
"All day. It hurts so much Mom," Nick said, allowing a few tears to fall.
"Where does it hurt the most?" Sandy asked. Nick pointhed to his right side. "Sweetie, you need to go to the hospital," Sandy said.
"No I can't. I'm fine," Nick said. He began to get off of the couch. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Nick yelled. Joe and Kevin grabbed him and began to carry him to the car.
"No! Please! Don't ruin the tour because I have a stomach ache! No!" Nick protested. It was no use. His family was rushing him to the hospital, leaving the tour forgotten.
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