Kendall Knight woke up with a blazing headache and a burn in his throat. He kept his eyes shut tight and turned his face into his pillow, trying to go back to sleep. But it wasn't working. He tossed and turned, then finally, got to accepting the fact that he's probably not going to be feeling any better any time soon, and sat up in his bed. The pain in his head doubled and he groaned, annoyed at it. He took a glance at his clock, only to see that it read 4:30 in the morning. He groaned yet again and trudged out into the kitchen. He took the ibuprofen from the cabinet and got a glass of water. Taking two of the little pills and drinking his glass of water, he put his glass in the sink, and then collapsed onto the orange couch, facedown.
Thing was, Kendall Knight didn't get sick. No way, no how. He was too busy to get sick. Who was supposed to take care of everyone if he was sick in bed?
'I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I can't be sick, there is no way I'm sick…' he thought as he curled up in a ball, then as his stomach twisted, he finally thought, 'okay, so I'm sick.'
Bile rose in his throat as he gagged. He stood and bolted to the bathroom before the vertigo even had a chance to hit him. Crouching low over the toilet, his stomach was squeezed by an iron fist and his dinner exploded from his mouth with all the force of a piece of rock from an erupting volcano. Tears streamed down his face as he choked on the vomit, not even able to catch a breath. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that he couldn't remember ever eating that much for dinner in his life, let alone the night before when he had already been feeling ill. Finally, he sat up, all the contents of his stomach finally gone. Black dots danced around the edges of his vision and his hands shook as he grappled for the lever that would flush the acid away.
He sat next to the toilet and panted, sobs wracking his body, but he quickly wiped the tears away and lay down in bed, composing himself.
One thing was certain. No matter how sick he felt, he would never let it show. Because he was Kendall Knight.
And he never got sick.
A/N – Hey, this has just been an idea of mine that has been running through my head for a while. I decided to finally type it up, and well here it is. I don't know what it is with me and Kendall angst but I just love it. Which is awful because I am completely in love with him.
WARNING- THIS STORY WILL FEATURE AN OC! EMILY HART IS MY OC THAT I ENTERED INTO TOTALLYLOSINGIT's OC CONTEST, SO IF IT APPEARS THERE DO NOT BE ALARMED. AN ONESHOT ABOUT HOW SHE MET THE BOYS WILL BE POSTED BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER IS PUT UP. PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS STORY IS WORTH CONTINUING. ONE REVIEW TELLING ME TO GO FOR IT AND I WILL! SO NO LAZINESS PEOPLE! IF EVERYONE THINKS SOMEONE ELSE IS GOING TO DO IT NO ONE WILL! SO JUST GO FOR IT!
