"Itīs okay," Kevin stroked back the blondes hair, as he stuck his head, for the second time, into the brown paper bag that they had brought for throwing up into.
It reminded him of Nick in his younger years. Nick had always been prone to motion sickness and after a jerky drive in the Alpes they had been forced to stop every so often to let the boy out. Now days Nick was still motion sick, but he took care of it by his own. Which Kevin was grateful too.
Kevin hated sick people! It came from when his father had been sick from cancer and as soon as someone was sick Kevin wanted to leave the room. Still he forced himself to act. He couldnīt leave Nick since it was his little brother and he felt responsible for him.
Now he was starting to think that he should have listened to Brian. Brian was the one that usually helped out sick people. Sick and injured ones. Kevin on the other hand was the leader, coming up with strategies. Heck, even AJ was better than him in taking care of sickness. And now here he was, stuck in a Limo, taking care of a puking Nick. Life couldnīt get much worse.
Nick moaned. The fever running through his veins.
"Iīm thirsty," he mumbled through parched lips.
"I know.. we get you some water as soon as we come to the hotel. Okay?"
The blonde nodded, closing his eyes.
Kevin took a good look at the boy. He was as pale as could be, except for the red roses on the cheeks. But it didnīt come from being healthy it came from running a high temperature.
Nick fidgeted in the seat. Kevin frowned, grabbing a new brown paper bag in hand. "Are you gonna be sick again?"
Nick shook his head. "No, my balls they..they," He stopped, moaning again.
Balls? Kevin stared at Nick. "What?" he asked, "What about your balls?" Where was Nick going with this conversation?
"They hurt," Nick cupped his hand around his groin. Moaning.
This had Kevin in for a suprise. "Your testicles?"
"Yeah, they are really swollen." Nick mumbled, dizzy with fever.
The boy is delusional. Kevin felt Nick's forehead. It was still as hot as ever.
"I try to cool them off," he started, then moaned again.
"Cool what off? The testicles?"
Nick groaned. Why was Kevin so slow at thoughts?
"Yeah with some paper towels at the .. at the music store!"
"Music store? You mean the autograph signing?"
"And I wet my pants!"
Kevin jerked. What did Nick say? That he wet his pants? Being the calm person that he is he asked "Did you pee or what?"
"Nooooo!!! I said that I wet them!" Nick groaned, not wanting to get into details. Why did Kevin have to be so stupid?
"Okayyyy.." Kevin didnīt know what to say. He better get a thermometer since Nick was clearly very ill.
"Ouch it hurts!" Nick mumbled, pushing his hands to his groin. Cold sweat running down his forehead.
Kevin was more and more starting to think that a doctor would not be such a bad idea after all. Bruce could say what ever he wanted. He would call the hotel physician as soon as they got back to the hotel.
There was no time for thinking since Nick was once again using the paper bag. Kevin sighed deeply.
As the limo stopped outside the hotel they were in for the next big suprise. Fans were stalking the hotel, as they had done since the boys arrived in Japan.
"Come on Nick," Kevin said as he more or less half carried the almost unconscious man out of the limo. Nick was in no state to co-operate since he was all delerious with fever.
As that wasnīt bad enough, the press had been waiting for them. Flashes errupted like an earthquake and Kevin groaned. This was the last thing they needed. More headlines! This was bad. It looked like Nick was drugged out of his sockets. Even the driver looked suspiciously at the blonde singer.
Management would be so pleased.
"Nick is sick!" Kevin stated, cursing that he hadnīt thought up an escape route, the strategy man that he was. But Nick's talk about his balls had set him into tantrum.
There were loud screams as the two men and security walked towards the entrance.
"Let us trough!" Security showed no mercy.
Nick was slumped in between Kevin and one body guard. Jaye was still at the Tokyo dome since Howie's body guard had been sick and forced to back out. Oh how Kevin wished that Jaye had been there.
The fans were clinging on the boys and the press were taking pictures, asking questions, all while the two men desperately tried to get inside.
Nick moaned, hanging with his head down. "Kev!," he murmured, lolling his head back and forth. Kevin had no time to answer as Nick bent down, hands on his knees and let go of what ever was left in his stomach. Mostly bile.
Fans screamed, press smiled and Kevin wanted to sink through earth.
Nick gagged, trying to stop his actions. Deep in his almost uncounsious mind he knew that this looked bad and he didnīt want to make another mess. Yet he was too sick to do something about the situation.
This as well as all the riot had Kevin for a fit.
"Get the hell out of here. Canīt you see that he is sick???" Kevin wavered with his arms towards the crowd and the body guard had him to calm down.
Fans were screaming even louder and Nick covered his ears. Wishing that he would pass out so that it would be over with. He could feel Kevins safe grip on his shoulders leading him in to the hotel.
Security men shouted to the people to back off.
"I canīt take much more of this," Nick murmured as he passed out. For the second time that day.