Austin's POV.
"Goodnight, Pennsylvania!" I yelled before exiting the stage, hearing the crowd scream behind me. But I was immediately greeted with a hug from Ally.
"That was so good, Austin!"
"Thanks, Ally." I grinned, clearing my slightly sore throat out, a common occurrence after a concert this massive.
"I made pancakes for you. They're at the bus though, and Dez most likely ate them."
"Do you have good news?" I asked, chuckling slightly.
"I mean, your mom is flying into New York for your Madison Square Garden concert tomorrow."
I grinned widely, not having seen my mom in four months since my last Florida stop on the tour, and while I didn't want to admit it, I loved her a lot, not to mention she was one of my biggest supporters next to Dez and Ally.
"That's awesome!" I grinned, hugging Ally again before we both headed to the bus, and that's when my high from performing went away, and I was hit with terrible throat pain, almost worse then when I had nodules on my vocal chords.
I cleared my throat again, hoping that would help, but instead made my throat burn, so I decided I would just turn in early. After all, I had two days before Madison Square Garden, which was my next and finale performance, and I had to be fine by then.
Ally's POV.
"What do you know? They didn't eat your pancakes!" I exclaimed, seeing the stack I had made for Austin before his concert untouched in the fridge.
"I'm actually not that hungry." He told me, heading towards his bunk. "Thank, though. Night."
"Night." I responded suspiciously.
I had known Austin for a long time, and he never turned down pancakes, even when Dez made them. I hoped he was okay. Then I heard a voice interrupt my thoughts.
"Oh, pancakes!"
"Dez, you stay out of those!"
"But Austin didn't eat them." Dez sighed before a look of pure terror covered his face while he covered his head, demanding. "Did an Alien Zombie eat his brain?! Are they after us?!"
Trish and I both dismissed him before she asked me. "Is he okay? He looked bad. Like sick."
I was really scared at this point, and while I was going over every possibility in my head, I was also trying to stay positive. "He's most likely just tired. He had a huge concert tonight."
"His voice sounded terrible, Ally."
"Not to mention, he's NEVER turned down pancakes."
I looked down, rubbing a hand up and down my right arm while Trish insisted.
"Go check on him, check his temperature and his throat, he sleeps with his mouth wide open."
"It's true, it's why he hates camping." Dez added, which had me shaking my head in disgust before going in.
I looked in his mouth, seeing his throat was slightly swollen, which I tried to assure myself was from the concert. He was also slight warm, but it just felt like he was under blankets, not a fever. I
I came back out where Trish was awaiting a answer, which I responded with explaining. "Nothing out of the ordinary. His throat is a little swollen, most likely from the concert, and he's slightly warm, which could be him being under blankets, sleeping."
"Ally! Think rationally! He's been under a blanket for ten minutes at the most!" Trish insisted before grabbing the thermometer out of the first aid kit and practically marching in there with Dez behind her, and when she came out shortly after, she had concern on her face, which scared me to the core. "It's 101.6 We need to call a doctor." She insisted, going to her cell phone, and I had to explain why we couldn't call.
"If we call now, they are not gonna be here till morning. Plus, we'll be in New York. Try to cool him down with a washcloth and some ice chips when he wakes up." I explained.
"On it." Dez volunteered, going into the small room with the bunks.
"Do you trust him doing that?" Trish asked, giving me a "really?" face.
"It's just ice and wet washcloths. How could he mess it..." I stopped, realizing that Dez could very well mess it up, and I insisted she go help him. After a few seconds, I heard her yell.
"DEZ! You don't wet the washcloth in saliva!"
I shuddered before sitting in a chair in view of the bunks, looking through my song book, and started humming a quiet melody, trying to calm my nerves, when I heard a raspy, upset voice cut me to the core.
"Ally, I'm chilly, everything hurts..."
I put my songbook down, and immediately went over to Austin, holding his hand and brushing his hair out of his face, before saying. "I know. We're doing everything to help you feel better.
"Don't cancel the show, I'll rest my voice or something, just, don't cancel it." He pleaded, which I responded by squeezing his hand gently and saying.
"We have two days. But it's probably best if you don't talk. It can't do anything bad.
"We don't have any ice cream. I'll buy you some tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Can I go back to sleep?" The next text message asked, which I responded with a simple nod. The final text read.
"This is embarrassing, but could you help? It always helps me fall asleep when my Mom rubs my shoulders.
I put my phone down, before gently rubbing both his shoulders softly, and soon enough, he was snoring.
I stood up, before explaining that I was gonna contact Austin's aunt, Melissa, who was a doctor in New York. I emailed her explaining what was going on, and I quickly received a response that we could come in tomorrow morning. With that, I closed my laptop and got in bed, hoping Austin was gonna be okay.
Hey guys!
This will have five chapters and has already been prewritten, and I will be updating every Friday afternoon/night.
The title is a play on Tour De France and this story is dedicated to Aliqueen16.
I have been going through a lot lately with my self esteem reaching a pretty big low, and having anxiety over a secret project of mine and whether or not I should even write it due to having issues with the fandom in the past, as well as realizing I deleted/gave most of my 2017 in writing up for adoption so I feel like I haven't completed much in the past year. Ali, thank you so, so, much for continuing to talk to me, no matter what I've brought up, or talked about, or all my issues, thank you for sticking by my side like Ally does to Austin since February 2016. I really do appreciate it, even if I don't always express it.
Also, I have a Teen Wolf story I am so, so, so, SO excited about coming up, as well as a Spiderman one shot and a secret project that I mentioned up above.
Hope you like the chapter!