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Sick Guitarists and Pissy Reporters	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Zack was up all night; tossing and turning, running to the bathroom and throwing up. He heard Matt get up a couple times and then finally the bus settled. He felt himself tense when Zack stopped rustling around. Sighing he rolled out of his bunk and went in search of his sick band mate.

“Hey Johnny.” Matt said tiredly. He was sitting in the bathroom with Zack’s head in his lap; his face was pale and Johnny could see the tiny beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Zack’s head lolled to the side and his fever glazed eyes opened, he pushed himself off of Matt’s lap and emptied his stomach in the toilet. Matt wrapped an arm around his stomach and with his other hand brushed Zack’s damp bangs out of his face while Zack shuddered and continued to throw up.

“Is that stuff helping at all.” Johnny whispered stepping further in to the bathroom. Zack finished puking and Matt pulled him back into his lap; Zack moved limply like a ragdoll.

“Go back to bed Johnny.” Matt whispered.

Instead of going back to bed he went to the kitchen and grabbed a towel, he soaked it with cold water and rang it out as best he could. He went back to the bathroom and handed the towel to Matt. The singer took the towel with a quiet ‘thanks’ and then Johnny went back to his bunk. Matt’s soft voice carried over to him from the bathroom and the quiet song he was singing lulled him into a deep sleep.

The next day Zack was a little better. He wasn’t throwing up every ten minutes, probably because he hadn’t eaten anything. The only problem was that he wouldn’t stay asleep. He kept waking up every twenty to thirty minutes in a cold sweat. He whimpered as fever ravaged his body and his head throbbed. Matt kneeled next to him and pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. Zack relaxed and lightly held his wrist as he slipped back into fevered dreams.

Matt collapsed on the couch and leaned his head back; he looked almost as tired as Zack.

“Matty go take a nap or something, we can watch Zack.” Brian said worriedly. Matt rolled his head forward and smiled, “I’m fine man. We’re gonna be home in a couple days anyway. Where’s Johnny?” he asked looking around. He wasn’t in the bunk section, he wasn’t in the front lounge…

“He left a while ago, said he had some things to do.” Brian said.

Jimmy stretched out on the floor, “Well I think a nap sounds wonderful.” He said closing his eyes. Brian snorted and rolled his eyes and then a moment later dropped onto the floor and laid his head on his friend’s chest. Jimmy cracked an eye open and laughed; Brian told him to shut up and they started wrestling around on the floor growling and swearing at each other.

“Matty?” Zack’s small whisper was almost covered by Brian’s swearing. The singer looked up at him and smiled, “C’mon Zacky. Did the fools wake you up?” he asked glaring at the two on the floor.

“Who you callin’ a fool?” Brian said pushing the lanky drummer off of him. Zack curled up on the couch next to him. He was wearing one of Jimmy’s hoodies and a pair of baggy pajama pants.

“Hey Zacky, how ya’ feelin’?” Jimmy said rolling over and shoving Brian back onto his side. The guitarist growled and tackled him to the floor and they started wrestling again. Zack snickered and cuddled closer to Matt’s warm body.

“Ah Zack I need a nap.” He whispered. Zack pressed his warm forehead against his neck. “You’re still so warm.” He murmured; a shiver went through Zack’s body.

“C’mere.” Matt said pulling him mostly into his lap; he lay down carefully with his sick friend’s head buried in his shoulder. Another shiver racked Zack’s small body and he whined quietly. Matt quieted him and moved him so neither of them was in danger of being kneed in the crotch.
Zack was nestled snugly between Matt’s warm body and the soft back of the couch.

“I thought you said you weren’t taking a nap?” Jimmy laughed.

“Changed my mind.” Matt mumbled. Zack moved to get cozier against him and sighed.

“Matt…” Zack whispered tiredly, the singer tightened his arms around him, “Hmm?” he was close to being asleep.

“Will you sing again?” He moved his head a little and looked up at him imploringly. Matt smiled and nodded before he started to softly sing like he had the night before.

“A lonely road, crossed another cold state line,
Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find.
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Where I long to be, oh yeah.

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away.
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed.
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again

There's nothing here for me on this barren road.
There's no one here while the city sleeps
and all the shops are closed.
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you;
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away.
We all need that person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed.
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again.

Some search, never finding a way.
Before long, they waste away.
I found you, something told me to stay,
I gave in, to selfish ways.
And how I miss someone to hold
when hope begins to fade...

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line,
Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find.

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away.
We all need the person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed.
’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again.”

Zack had been out cold by the third verse and even Brian and Jimmy had settled down, he could faintly hear Jimmy snoring and he smiled a little before he too succumbed to sleep.

A/N: I get so sappy sometimes I swear.
Oh well, thank you for your reviews ^_^
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