When Life Gives You Lemons

Oliver’s POV



“THANK YOU FLORIDA! I LOVE YOU GUYS!”

I walked off the stage my eyes immediately landing on Brandon’s. I gave him a small smile which he returned. He was leaning against the wall sipping a bottle of water. Oh, how I would love to be that bottle of water right now.

“You were great.” He stated barely above a whisper, his voice cracking a little “It was so magical.”

“Thanks” I replied. My eyes gazed across his facial features studying him. He seemed a little flustered. “Brandon…..are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Wow! That was one of the best shows you’ve done in a while.” Francis spoke patting my back

“He had a little extra motivation tonight…..didn’t you Oliver?” Jordan smirked snatching a water bottle from off the table. He stole a glance at Brandon before speaking “I wonder where your little motivator is now?”

Nate walked up behind Jordan hitting him on the head “Shut your trap shitface!”

He smiled at me then went to face Brandon where his smile immediately dropped. His gaze stayed on him for a few seconds longer before looking away. I guess he could tell something was wrong with Brandon too. I needed to get Brandon alone and question him. I nudged him to get his attention and he almost fell over. No w I know something is really wrong. I flicked my head to the side telling him to walk with me, he nodded and we started down the venue. Once we got around the corner I stopped.

“Brandon are you sure you’re okay?” I question. I brought my hand up to his face. Again, he was scorching hot. “You’re running a fever. Brandon…..” I sighed grabbing his hand in mine “I thought I said to go to the bus if you started to feel bad again.”

Brandon leaned his head back against the wall “I know! I know! I had gotten a slight headache about thirty minutes ago.” He sighs softly. “ I just wanted to see you perform.” An agonizing groan escaped his beautiful mouth. Forefingers softly messaged his temple. “I didn’t think it would escalate this bad this quick.”

“Let’s get you back to the bus aye?” I whisper sadly. I really hate seeing him like this, in so much pain and misery. “Can you walk by yourself?”

“I think so.” He says lowly shaking his head “I can walk fine.”

We make our way out the venue. The night was hot and sticky, sweet dropped from my head and my hair clung to my face. Brandon was the complete opposite of me. He still had on a hoodie yet somehow managed to shiver. My heart dropped lower, he is definitely getting worse If he’s still like this tomorrow then I’ll have to take him to the doctor. Out of the blue Brandon stopped dead in his tracks. He dropped to his knees clutching his stomach for dear life. That’s when the heaving started, it seemed to go on forever. I know that much couldn’t possibly be in his system, he barely ate a thing today. Yet it lasted for minutes

I placed a kiss on his neck “Let it out.” I rubbed him up and down his back “It’s okay! Let it all out!”

“Oli it hurts.” He whimpered. By now he had finished and was resting his head on his head on my shoulder. “It hurts so fucking much.” He gasped. And lunged forward as more puke came flying out his mouth “It’s almost as bad as last time.”

“Shhhhh quite my love. I know it hurts.” I shushed him rocking us side to side. My heart was breaking seeing him like this “If I could take all the pain away I would.” My eyebrows furrowed. Did he say it hurt worst than last time? “Brandon…..you’ve hurt like this before?”

He shook his head. “It was so much worst…..worst last time. So much….pain……and blood…so much blood” He whimpered. He started to twitch in my arms. “No! …..I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Okay! Okay! Shushhhh…..don’t think about that” I whispered. Obviously whatever this last time was really was a horrible experience for him. “You’ll be okay just…..”

Brandon had passed out. Clearly he was just too exhausted. I sighed sadly and slightly confused. What was the whole last time rant about? From the little bit that I got out of him last time was worse than what he is now, and I must say that he’s pretty horrible now. I would have hated to have seen him during the last time.

I arrived at the tour bus and maneuvered so that Brandon was slung over my shoulder. I pulled the key out my pocket and unlocked the door. I pushed open the door still carrying Brandon in pretty much one hand. He was light, too light if you asked me. I trudged through the bus an gently placed him in my bunk. I’m definitely sleeping with him tonight, just in case he needs me. I get up to go to the kitchen but a low voice calls me back,

Barely audible he said “Oli….d-don’t leave m-e.” I turned around to see his frail hand reaching for me “D-don’t.”

“Oh Brandon!” I take his hand in mine rubbing small circles “I’m just going to make you some soup. That’s all.”

“Not hungry” He spoke

“Brandon you haven’t eaten all day.” I responded. I sat down at the edge of the bed looking at Brandon. “You need something in your system.”

He tried to shrug but was too weak to do such “Doesn’t matter…can’t keep anything down anyway.” He gazed at me with lethargic eyes. “Just lay with me…..please.”

“Fine”

I took it upon myself to take his clothes off. I shredded mine as well before sliding into bed with the man. I couldn’t help but stare at him. Brandon’s not a scrawny dude, he’s quite muscular, but this sickness has taken a big toll on his body.

“My poor baby.” I place a soft kiss on his forehead. I trace my thumb along his chin, I can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. I sigh. “What’s going on inside that body of yours?”

Either he’s been burning up with a fever, or ice cold making me think he’s anemic. Any time he goes out he looks like a hollow body, drained of all energy. Throwing up everything that he puts into his mouth, it’s really starting to scare me. And to think that last time was worse than this. How can the illness he had at first be inferior to what’s going on to my angel right now?

“Get well soon my love.”

I fall asleep with only two thoughts on my mind

What is last time?

And is it happening again?

Notes

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