“Ready?” Jason watched as David slowly sipped on his signature drink. Orange juice. David unwrapped himself from his blanket and nodded.
“Yup.” A coughing fit followed shortly after. Jason winced.
“Are you sure? You look and sound like shit.” David glared over at Jason.
“I'm fine. We have to do this show.”
“No actually. I can do this show. You can sit this one out.” David rolled his eyes.
“Not to be a dick, but are you up for doing a show by yourself?” Jason fell silent.
“That's what I thought. I'll be fine.” David let out another cough, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Jason sucked in a deep breath. There was no arguing with David. He was hard headed. Especially when he set his mind to something. Chugging the rest of his orange juice, David threw the plastic cup into the trash and headed for the door.
“Ready. Lets do this.” Jason pursed his lips. David looked like a walked zombie and he was about to go out on stage in front of a bunch of fans.
“Wait. Can you at least clean yourself up. Have Natalie clean you up?”
“What?” David looked at Jason a little dumbfounded. Insulted was more like it.
“I'm fine. Are we doing this or not?” Jason nodded, sucking in another breath. If this show killed him. At least it was something he, hated? David pretended he liked doing live shows, but he actually really hated doing them. It took a lot out of him. Traveling. Too many people. And David was a shut in in all reality. He didn't belong on the stage. He belonged behind the camera.
“Jason! Quit spacing.” David coughed out.
“Alright, lets do this.”
After the show, David quickly retreated to the dressing room. He couldn't deal with any of the fans. It was starting to become a regular thing for him. It wasn't that he didn't like interacting with them, it was more that he just felt like complete trash after the show. He felt like the walking dead.
“Natalie!” David's voice was hoarse. He tried his best to try and get her attention. He was starting to get dizzy. Making his way into the dressing room, he tripped over Jason's shoes, smacking his face on the floor as he went down.
“Fuck! Natalie!” He cried out. His throat felt like it was starting to bleed from him coughing and now all of his yelling. Natalie finally came to the door. A look of horror displayed on her face.
“Jesus David. What the fuck are you doing?” She knelt down next to him, helping him roll over onto his back. David groaned, holding his nose.
“Yeah, I wanted to bust my face on the floor.” He snapped. Natalie went silent as she stood up and went for a towel. He was bleeding.
“I'm sorry.” Tears starting to form in his eyes. Natalie sat down on the floor next to him, handing him the towel.
“Are you okay?”
“Depends what you're referring to. My nose? No. That fucking hurts. My body? No. I feel like shit. And in all honesty, I don't think I'm doing too well.” David pressed the towel to his face as he tried to sop up the blood. Natalie fell silent again, watch the brunette as he looked everywhere but at her. He was nervous and upset, a tear dripping down into his ear.
“David. Why don't you talk to me. You know I'm here for you.”
“I'm not supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to have a bright smile on my face. Pretend everything is great.” Natalie shook her head.
“That's not how this works.” She could feel her chest tightening as he tried to smile at her.
“Talk to me.” She whispered. David turned his head away from her, not wanting to look at her. He was supposed to be the happy one. The one that was always laughing. The one that was able to stay up for days on end to get his work done. The one that helped his friends out. The one that was there for his friends. Not the other way around. He couldn't wrap his head around it. David started to cough again, wincing in pain from his nose.
“I'm just worn down Natalie.” She stood up and held out her hand to David. He looked up at her with his brows furrowed. Grabbing her hand, she helped him to his feet.
“Go lay down on the couch right now. I'm going to get you ice. When we get home, I want a proper talk. Like a real talk. You need to get some shit out and you need some real sleep.” The look she gave David was pleading. He smiled lightly at her, abiding by her request.