Everyone was really edgy around Nick for the rest of tour. No one said anything to him about his weight, and they didn't bother asking for him to join the group for meals. No sense spending money on over priced grease when he was just going to throw it up any way.
There was only about a week and a half left and Brian was beginning to worry about what was going to happen after the tour, when Nick was going to be alone for 3 months before the group re-joined for tours and everything. Brian could only hope that they could get Nick into rehab for that period of time.
"Hey, Brian." Kevin asked in a questioning voice.
"What's wrong Kev? " Brian paniced.
"Have you seen Nick? We can't find him."
"What! Have you checked everywhere?" Brian asked as they ran from the venue to the connected hotel.
"Yeah. There is no answer at his room. You don't think that the disorder has finally taken it's toll on him do you?" Kevin suggested.
"Don't even go there Kev. I'm gonna get another key from the front desk for his room."
Brian walked over to the desk and asked the resceptionist for another key to room 463, Nick's room.
"Why do you need another key?" She snapped her bubble gum at him.
"I lost mine." He rushed.
"There is a $2.50 charge." She replied.
"I don't care. Add it to my bill." Brian almost snapped, but regained his composure right in time.
"Here you go sir." She said, and then passed Brian the extra key.
"Thank you." Brian replied polietly and then he and Kevin rushed up the stairs, figuring the elevator would take to long.
When they got to their floor, Brian quickly ran the card through the slot of NIck's door and heard nothing. No TV, No music, Not even a video game. Then he heard it. A soft sound coming from the bathroom. A soft sound that could only be sobbing. Brian ran into the bathroom and saw Nick sitting beside the toliet and he was crying. In the toilet was whatever Nick had eaten for breakfast, as well as blood.
"Nick? Are you okay buddy?" Brian asked.
"Go away Brian. I'm sick." Nick whispered.