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Hundreds of demons gathered from all the rings of hell to have fun at the “Summertime feastival” hosted by Queen Bee in Gluttony. Some came to get drunk, some came to have a great time with their friends. Undoubtedly, a big portion of the crowd waited for the headliner to perform. The headliner being none other than Fizzarolli.
He might not be working for Mammon anymore, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost popularity. If anything, he gained even more support. Trending on Sinster every other day and getting millions of likes on his Sinstagram posts, he was still on the top of the world, even with less performances and more time off.
Fizz planned and practiced a lot for this performance, so he was hoping everything would go well. He’s made sure his costume was a perfect fit and there will be no wardrobe malfunctions, all the props were intact and he’s went through his routine as many times as he could.
No matter what, it was going to be perfect.
He peeked at the crowd, just two minutes before stepping on stage. There was a ton of demons, many of which were wearing his merch and holding banners for him. He always found it really uplifting when he could see that people put in this much effort to support him. He turned around to see his boyfriend standing behind him.
“Christ, Ozz, you can’t sneak up on me like that” he chuckled.
“How’s the mood? Nervous? Excited?” Ozzie asked, ignoring Fizz’ comment.
“Both, I guess. I want it to be perfect.”
“And I’m sure it will be. You worked your ass off for this show. You’re gonna do amazing, babe” Ozzie reassured and nuzzled his face against Fizzarolli’s. “Good luck, Froggie.”
For now, it was showtime.
He started his performance and everything was going according to plan. He never missed a beat, never made a mistake. Just like he wanted it to be.
About halfway through his routine, he realized he’d missed one very important detail. It was going to be very hot.
That was quite expected of a summer festival, yet somehow he forgot to take that into account when designing his costume. It was sleeveless and the shirt was cropped, but the material it was made of was very dense and didn’t allow for much airflow. He started feeling really hot and sweaty, but thanks to his prosthetics it’s not like was going to slip. He could still carry out his performance perfectly.
The sun was blasting and he hasn’t had any water since he started getting ready. He just forgot, he got really focused on his makeup. As the performance started coming to an end, he could really feel the effects of that. He felt more shaky, he got dizzy after flips and turns and he was extremely tired, even though he knew his stamina was good enough to let him perform even longer than this. What was going on?
Fizz’ little slip ups weren’t noticeable to those in the audience, but Ozzie, being as attentive as ever, of course didn’t miss any of it. He noticed how Fizzie had to take longer breaths before continuing singing, how hard it was for him to keep his balance and how his energy levels were clearly dropping. He’s seem his boyfriend perform many times and this has never happened. It couldn’t be that Fizz was unprepared, of course he was. It must have been a result of something else… could it be the weather?
The performance has wrapped up and Fizz kept his head up right until he reached the backstage. Ozzie rushed to him to make sure he was alright and got even more worried seeing Fizzarolli’s exhausted expression.
“Froggie, are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah, just… water, please…” he managed to say in between shallow breaths.
A staff member quickly got him a bottle of water and a paper towel to dry the sweat and Ozzie told him to sit down, which he gladly did.
“How are you feeling, Fizz? Tell me if anything’s wrong.” Ozzie insisted.
“I mean, my head kind of hurts, ugh, everything’s spinny…” he answered, lowering his head to cover his eyes.
“You’ve got to rest, let me get you to your dressing room.” Asmodeus offered.
“No, no Ozz, I’m fine, I can get there myself…”
As he got up he could suddenly feel his legs getting weaker, his eyes blurring and his stomach turning. He started falling, but was luckily caught by his boyfriend.
“Fizz! Shit, I knew something was wrong.” Ozzie exclaimed and quickly teleported both of them to Fizz’ dressing room.
Fizz regained consciousness soon after, but that didn’t mean he was feeling better. He was still sweating a lot, and the nausea got stronger.
“Ozzie, could you get me the trash can?”
Asmodeus’ heart dropped, knowing what was about to happen. He got the bin and Fizz immediately started throwing up. All Ozzie could do was to hold him and tell him that it’s going to be okay. Fizz didn’t feel like it would, but he really appreciated what Ozz was doing as he hated throwing up.
When he was done vomiting, Ozzie started to realize what might be going on.
“Fizzie, is it okay if I check your pulse?” he asked.
His lover gave him a little, tired nod and upon checking it, Fizz’ pulse turned out to be weak and even a bit irregular.
“Froggie, I think this is heat exhaustion. We need to cool you down.”
Ozzie called his staff to get ice packs and a lot of water. In the meantime the Sin tried his best to keep Fizz from slipping out of consciousness again by getting him to talk, even if he knew how hard it probably was to form a sentence in his state.
After some time, Fizzarolli started to move away from the freezing ice packs and his sentences were more clear, said in a voice that wasn’t slurring. They managed to cool him down quite well.
“Froggie, how are you feeling right now? Better?”
“Yes, I’m not dizzy or nauseous anymore, but i still have a small headache.” Fizzie answered.
“I’ll keep a close eye on you and if it gets any worse we’ll have to go to the hospital.” Ozzie explained as he gathered their things.
“Ozzie, I’m fine, I’m not gonna get worse!”
“I certainly hope so, Froggie.”
Sadly, after they got home that night, Fizzarolli’s nausea came back. He went to the bathroom to take off his makeup and take a shower, but he didn’t manage to do the latter. As he was washing his face, he recognized the same sensation in his stomach that he felt earlier that day.
He tried to ignore it, knowing that if he ends up vomiting again he will be worrying Ozzie. It didn’t last very long. When he was wiping his face with a towel, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and quickly ran to the toilet.
Ozzie was in their bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes, when he suddenly heard the sound of his partner getting sick. He really hoped it wouldn’t happen, he really wanted Fizzie to be okay. However, he did have a feeling that it wasn’t going to be as easy as that. He quickly rushed to the bathroom and kneeled down next to his sick boyfriend.
Fizz threw up a few times in the toilet, then Ozzie moved him to the bed with a bucket that filled up with more vomit. Every time his body made him sick, he was shaking more and more and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Ozz hated seeing him like this and when Fizz lost the ability to make cohesive sentences, he decided that it’s time to see a doctor. He called the best hospital in the Sloth ring ahead, packed all the things they would need and carrying the imp in his arms, he teleported both of them to the building.
Fizzarolli was barely conscious, but a part of Asmodeus was glad it was this way. Any trip to the doctor made Fizz extremely anxious and at least now, in this terrible state, he wasn’t fully aware of where they were.
After a couple of tests, the doctors confirmed it was a severe case of heat exhaustion. The vomiting really dehydrated Fizz, which made his condition worse.
One I.V. drip later, he was feeling better and he could think clearly again. Just as Ozzie expected, Fizzie started getting really stressed.
“Ozzie, when can we go home? I really don’t want to be here…” He said while fidgeting with his shirt.
“You’re going to get discharged in the morning, okay? They decided to keep you overnight so they can make sure you’re recovering well. Don’t worry Froggie, I’m staying with you.” He explained as he held Fizz’ hand. “You should go to sleep and get some rest, it’s been a hard day.”
“But Ozzie, what does morning mean? Is it 5 am? 8 am?” he asked, getting even more fidgety.
“Fizz, calm down, please. Don’t stress about it now, you need to rest babe. Will it be easier for you to sleep if I distract you?”
“Y-yeah…” Fizz said with a faint smile.
Asmodeus sat close to his hospital bed and put his hand on Fizzie’s cheek, gently stroking his face. He then told him about his experiences from the festival, his memories, stories about other sins and even some stupid rumors he read on Sinster. All of it managed to calm Fizz down and he fell asleep. Ozzie gave him a little kiss and covered his shoulders with a blanket. He was so glad his lover was doing better.