Holt knew something was wrong when he saw Seth pale between verses. The fire elemental paused for a beat to watch his boofriend with concern then continued to pump out beats for audience. He shrugged it off and set off a lower darker tone into the melody. Seth would let him know if something was wrong, right?
The pharaoh's mike was shaking in his hands. His stomach was rioting against him. It was taking all of his power not to retch while he rapped. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he felt a burp bubble up in his throat. He blew it off by incorporating it into his song. Another followed suit and the mummy paused. Hurriedly putting his hands to his mouth, he dropped the mic causing Holt to pause. That's when Seth's knees dropped out from under him.
Seth could feel himself fall as he retched again and again. Warm bile pooled on the floor under his head, covering his fallen mic. He closed his eyes and shuddered as another wave of nausea hit him and he resumed vomiting.
The record scratched as Holt snatched off his jacket and ran over to where Seth was hunched over. "Here," he whispered. "puke into this." He laid out his jacket over the puddle. Seth's eyes were drawn shut but he nodded weakly and complied, dripping a steam of bile and saliva on to the jacket.
The fire elemental grabbed the mic, wiping it clean on his pants before announcing that the show was over. People in the crowd booed and groaned, but Holt ignored them and focused on the pharaoh.
He gently helped Seth stand and as fast as he could ushered him backstage. Setting his boyfriend down in the chair, he grabbed a bottle of water, knowing that his time was running out. The club music was but a dull roar inside the insulated dressing room and Holt could feel Jackson stirring at the back of mind. He handed Seth the bottle as the transformation began and gave the Egyptian a two fingered salute before Jackson awoke completely.
Jackson staggered a bit, holding his head in his hands before looking around the room. Finding Seth carefully taking slow sips and a puke covered jacket, he rushed to the mummy's side.
"Oh gosh, are you okay?" He said, running his hands through Seth's sweat slicked hair. "Holt didn't do this, did he?" He asks, anxiety and worry making him frantic. The pharaoh shakes his head and looks at Jackson with tear-filled eyes.
Jackson jerks his arms out and surrounds Seth is an all-encompassing hug. He peppers the pharaohs face with kisses and whispers reassurances. Seth smiles slightly and reassures his boofriend that he'll be fine just as soon as he can rinse out his mouth properly and the embarrassment wears off a bit. Jackson sighs, places a final kiss on the tip of Seth's nose and drags the Egyptian into the bathroom to wash up.
