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Will always used at get Migraines as a teen, only stopping as a young adult. Recently, however, they have come back and worse then ever.
All around there is a shard throbbing pain, almost as if his brain was being squeezed from all angles, engulfed by a heavy hydraulic press, even. Theres a numbness travelling down his right arm making it practically useless for the rest of the video. He knows he's fucked when he feels said numbness travel to his face and tongue. He scrunches up his face in discomfort and tries to forget about it and carry on with the video. That of course fails as he stumbles over his words every time he speaks.
A blurry figure in front of him that he presumes to be Ieuan laughs at his struggles and only stops when Will slouches down and digs the heels of his hand into his eyes.
Will feels a heavy hand on his back as he turns to look at James, his brows furrowed with deep concern.
"Is everything alright mate."
Not trusting his faulty mouth, he nods and immediately regrets it as he feels his brain shake and the blurred blobs in his eyes grow.
He is in so much pain.
"You don't look fine."
One of the blobs is speaking to him, who it is, he doesn't know. It could be Aby, James, Ieuan, fuck even Orla could have come back just to stare at him.
All he knows is that the studio lights are too bright, he can hear the sound of James' leg bouncing on his chair. He's hyper aware of everything yet can't take in any of the information. The only thing he can feel is the steady pour of saliva trickling into his mouth, even then, before that registers hes already dry heaving and leaping out of his seat to go find the toilets.
By some miracle he only starts throwing up when he's knelt in front of the loo.
Its not a pretty sight. Yellow-ish green bile from his empty stomach comes up, burning his throat and lips on it's exit. More and more bile comes up till hes only heaving, stomach dry from the lack of food eaten. Why is he still gagging? His shoulders shake with the force of it, tears pricking his eyes. He squeezes them shut in an attempt at stemming the flow. His right arm lay limp in his lap, weakly clutching his stomach.
He feels a hand come up and brush his sweating fringe out the way, tucking it behind his ear. There's a soft voice talking him, one that is so soft it has to be from James.
"Oi Will, look at me."
Theres a hand on the nape of his neck thats turning his head so he facing James. James' hand moves higher so his fingers can travel through his unruly curls, massaging his head.
Before he can relax into the feeling, another round of heaving attacks him and hes throwing up more yellow liquid.
He licks his lips before grimacing at the sour taste that is left in the cracks of his lips.
James' hand is back in his hair in seconds, the touch grounding him to no end.
He whines into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels fingers wonder through his hair.
James chuckles above him. "Now are you going to tell me whats going on with you or am i gonna have to use context clues. All i have so far is you throwing up everywhere so all signes are pointing towards pregnancy."
Will scrunches his face and smiles, lifting his working arm and points to his head. "Migraine." He whispers.
James' face softens. "Aw love, you should've said something earlier, we would've stopped the recording."
Will slowly shakes his head, remembering the consequences from last time. "Didn't want to be a inconvenience or anything."
James laughs low in his chest and brings a hand to cup Will's cheek, his thumb stroking Will's temple.
"You could never be an inconvenience. Also, you are the boss, whatever you say goes."
Will wishes he could laugh at that but hes hit with a wave of pain through his head. The pressure against his eyes is all encompassing and borderline dizzying making him sway forward.
A sob breaks through his tightly sealed lips and no matter how hard he crams his eyes shut the pain doesn't stop. All he can do now is hope that the pains subsides. And it does, but only when everything around him goes dark and he falls forward, head in James' lap, limp and unconscious.
James
Shit.
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.
What the fuck does he do.
His boyfriend is currently unconscious in his arms after passing out from the intense pain from his migraine and there could be minutes between now and when Will starts to violently seize in front of him.
He's practically holding a ticking time bomb in his hands.
Shit.
Growing up with his sister, someone who is epileptic, means that he should really be good in these situations, great even, seen as hes known her for all 28 almost 29 years of his life.
All he can do is call for help.
"Aby, Ieuan, Mikey!" He shouts, trying to quickly get their attention. "I could use some help like... now."
He can hear footsteps coming closer to the bathroom they are currently lying in.
He can hear Ieuan muttering something to Aby, something about how all of the gone of food Will has eaten over the years had finally caught up to him. In a normal situation he'd laugh, but right now his nerves are too tightly strung.
He peaks his head out of the cubical and gestures franticly for them to hurry up. "Please hurry."
Aby looks down at both him and Will from their spot on the floor. "Is everything alright in here..."
He looks at her. "Does it fucking look alright." His voice is high and strained, desperation clear.
Aby just raises an eyebrow.
"Okay sorry for that, but come one! Does anything about this look alright to you."
She crouches down next to him and looks at Will. "How long has he been out for."
"Not that long. He was throwing up and complaining about pain from a migraine then i guess it must have gotten worse."
"Shit."
"Yeah, shit."
"Jesus Christ what happened to him."
Both Aby and James look up to find Ieuan gawking at them.
It must be an odd sight, seeing his boss passed out on the floor.
"Is he alright."
Now it was Aby's turn to give Ieuan the look.
He closes his mouth. "Stupid question, sorry."
Aby inches towards him and places a hand on his shoulder. "As much as i know you want to hold him, we are gonna need to put him in the recovery position so he is safe."
Her voice is warm and soft, exactly what he needs in a situation like this.
Carefully, he moves Will out of the stall and onto his side so he can breath properly.
"Ieuan." Her voice is strong and unwavering. "Can you get your phone out and start a timer for when Will starts seizing." She definitely feels him stiffen at that. "Sorry, IF." She emphasises. "He starts seizing."
James just turns to her and gives her a shaky smile.
It's times like these when James remembers why Aby is their producer and manager, why she was picked out of everyone else. Shes so incredibly strong and such an amazing leader that it must have been a no brainer for Will to hire her. Sure she has her moments, like the tiramisu incident for example, but its not like she knew it was alcoholic, she was so apologetic even after the recording.
His train of thought stopped as he saw Will twitch, he was hoping he was waking up, but no. His body jolted one more time before setting into a violent rhythm.
He watches as Will's hands clench and unclench at his side, his
head roll back and his shoulders stiffen.
It was never easy watching Will seize, it always made him think of his sister when they were younger, how he would just stand there and do nothing. It's not like he could do something about it, when they were older James always told Hannah how sorry he was that he never did anything to help, she always hit him with the "you were only young, how could you have done anything."
But here he is, 28 and still useless.
"You still timing Iuean."
"Yeah, we are coming up to 2.5 minutes."
James knows the basic rules for seizures: Always put them in the recovery position, never put anything in their mouths, if they soil themselves ignore it as they have no control over their body, and if their seizure lasts longer then five minutes call an ambulance immediately.
That last one always scared him. The thought that if a seizure goes over five minutes you could be left with permanent brain damage. While James knows that its not instant and only happens when its longer then five minutes, the fact that the cut off for when doctors need to intervene and get them immediate medical attention is looming round the corner has never been the thought that settled his nerves.
Thankfully, it at the 3.5 minute mark that Will's shaking finally stops. The only thing that still moves is his hand slightly twitching.
Aby picks up Ieuan's phone from where it lay in front of them and pauses the timer.
"Me and Ieuan are gonna go down to the kitchen to get some water and small snacks for Will."
James just nods and brings Will's head back into his lap to continue brushing his fingers through his hair.
He can feel Will move in his lap and can hear him groan, presumably at the brightness of the lights in the bathroom.
"Still not over the migraine are you?"
Another groan comes from below, one that is definitely meant to sound somewhat like a no.
James just laughs and leans in to give him a small peck on the nose, then peppers more all around his face.
"We leave for one second and you two start necking on."
Great. Aby and Ieuan are back.
"We are not necking on." Will whispers from below, his voice a croaky and its evident each word is a struggle to get out.
"Ah he lives."
Luckily, Will has enough energy to give Ieuan the finger.
He notices the food and water they are baring and takes that as a sign to lift Will up.
"Now as much as i love having you in my lap, you need to eat and drink something before you try and do it lying down."
Will doesn't even complain, he just lets himself be moved and propped up against James, his head leaning on his shoulder.
Aby sits down in front of him and James and hands him the bottle of water and a fruity oat bar.
"So what do you think caused the seizure."
"Im not really sure." Will thinks about everything thats happened this past week and dwells on how it could have impacted today. "I mean." He starts. "I've been kinda stressed this week which has been causing my migraines to be more frequent, stress is also a trigger for my RAS meaning the migraine could have little to do with this and this was just the universes way of telling me to calm down. Or, it could've been from how bad the pain was, thats also another trigger."
At that Ieuan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of paracetamol. "Got this for you, found it in the cupboard so i don't know how out of date it is, it's very on brand if so, but i'll see you lot soon when we re-shoot this later right?"
Will groans at the thought of the ruined shoot and pop three pills out of the packaging, only stopping his movements at Ieuan's loud noises of disapproval.
"Those are incredibly fucking strong, James keep an eye on him before he overdoses."
With a two finger salute, James see's him off.
With that Aby gets up too. "If in not needed anymore I'll be off, text me if he does better or worse, and have a nice evening you two." She reaches down an ruffles Will's hair, ignoring his grunts of disapproval.
With a pat on Will's shoulder, James gets up from his seat on the floor.
"Has the migraine ended yet?"
Will shakes his head.
"Great. Do you wanna go home?"
A nod.
"Alright, come on big dog lets go home."
He wraps his hand around Will's arm a pulls him up and steadies him when he wobbles and threatens to fall back down.
"Do you wanna get on my back?"
Another nod.
"So im gonna have to carry you all the way home."
A nod.
He sighs. "Fucking great, hop on i guess."
It doesn't take long for them to get to Will's flat, it only being round the corner from the studio.
As soon as they got in, Will plonked himself down on the sofa face first. James walked around the flat making sure that all the lights were off and curtains were closed so the entire space was shrouded in darkness so Will's time was at least some what bearable. If he didn't know the immense pain that Will was in it would've been an adorable sight; his boyfriend curled up on the sofa wrapped in blankets that cover his head. The furrowed eyebrows and scrunched up face, while it is a cute look, is a reminder of how much pain he really is in.
He kneels in front of the mound and smiles at the pale face that stares back at him.
"All the lights are off and theres no candles lit so hopefully theres no strong smells to make your head worse."
"The only strong smell is coming from you." Will smirks.
"Very funny. Come on, theres a nice king sized bed waiting for us."
Will groans and burrows himself further into the blankets.
"Don't be difficult."
He's met with a middle finger and an attitude.
"You are such a child. Guess this only means one thing."
He brings one hand to go under Will's legs and the other to go under his shoulders, effortlessly lifting Will up bridal style in his arms. James thought that Will would complain at this, maybe yelp or flail to get away, but here he is, eyes shut and nuzzled into James' neck, breathing him in. All James can do is walk him to bed and hope the drugs kick in soon. He places Will on their bed and fishes out an old t-shirt of his to put on him while he sleeps. It's a known fact that Will loves to wear James' clothes. He loves the way they are too big for him, the way baggy shirts hang off his slender frame and how hoodies and jumper sleeves go over his hands, creating what fans call 'sweater paws' (he very much regrets posting that image of him in a long sleeved jumper from Christmas and fears all the twitter freaks that posted about it.) The main thing Will loves about wearing James' clothes is the way it encases him in his lover's smell, the way it always brings him closer to James. Even when they are thousands of miles away, he has a bit of James with him at all times.
It's an adorable sight really, Will curled up in the grey duvet wearing an old worn-down band tee, yet he can't help but feel bad for him. The final traces of pain is still very evident on his scrunched-up face.
"Has it still not gone away fully?"
Theres a faint "no" that came from the lump in the bed that was his boyfriend.
"Aw love, is there anything I can do to help?"
Will's head popped up from the fabric, hair frizzy and mused. "C'mere Jamie." He reached out an arm and motioned for James to come join him.
The bed was surprisingly cold, a welcome temperature change from the sauna that is usually Will's flat. He propped himself up on the headboard and let Will curl around him like he was a human tree. Will hooked a leg over James' and threw his arm over his midriff. With his head rested on James' chest, he resembled that of a baby koala, this absolutely not helping the painful cuteness aggression he got over this man.
With Will finally asleep on top of him, James decided now would be a great time to respond to any concerned messages from their friends.
UKYT GOATS
Chris: @Will u alr i heard you fainted earlier
Finchy: HE WHAT!!
my husbands side piece :(
George: oh shit is he ok
Bach: oh god that doesn't sound good
REEV: told him he needed to drink more water
Chris: It was from a migraine you mop @REEV
REEV: he should still drink more water
Ieuan: he had a seizure because of the migraine so Jim took him home
he threw up everywhere
it was grim
George: HE HAD A SEIZURE
Arthur: OML is he ok
Finchy: Shit that sounds serious
Theo: i thought that only happened with blood and gore
Ieuan: idk man im not a doctor
You: Hey it's James
I've got Will's phone rn
Hes doing alright currently
Honestly anything is better than before but at least he isn't seizing anymore
George: Hey james ;)
but in all seriousness i hope hes ok
Arthur: Gosh that sounds horrible
Chris: whats he doing now
You: currently asleep on me
The fat bastard is suffocating me
Bach: LOL
Finchy: Send pic for proof.
You: *Photo attachment of Will's head resting on James' chest, his arms and legs flung over James and James' hand embedded in his curled mullet*
Finchy: that is so cute omg.
Chris: stop.
you're making me feel so single right now guys
George: you two actually make me ILL.
Arthur; You two are such couple goals
First you help him through vomiting and having a seizure
Then you drive him home
THEN you take care of him and nurse him back to health and now you're letting him sleep on you
You: Actually i carried him all the way home
Chris: LLALALALALALALA STOP
if i can't see/hear it happening, it isn't happening
then i can convince myself that im ok with being single
Harry: Just got here and i immediately want to leave
you make us all look so single
You: sorry for caring for my sick boyfriend???
Arthur: You two really do love each other, don't you
You: Yeah
i guess we do :)
The next day
You: ew why did Jamie go full on sap mode thats grim
Chris: oh no u have a partner that loves and cares for you
boohoo pussy
Finchy: some of us don't have those luxuries.
oh no my steak is too juicy and my lobster is too buttery