#jani

Jules aches. Everywhere. His joints. His muscles. The roof of his mouth hurts, for God's sake. The room spins round and round as he tries to make it over to the bed. He somehow does and collapses onto the mattress. 

Everything spins, even when he closes his eyes but if he just focuses on his breathing enough, he can keep the nausea at bay. Just. There's a horrible pressure behind his eyelids.

He does his best to let his stiff body melt into the hard hotel mattress, imagines he's anywhere but where he is at the moment and does fall into a weird half sleep. At least for a bit.

He wakes up eventually from a horrible wave of nausea and throws up into the little waste basket by the bed. He can't really remember much. He feels disgusting but is way too groggy to move, let alone clean anything. 

He drifts in and out. His mouth feels acidy and dry at the same time. He really wants to drink something but his stomach tightens like crazy at the thought of having to keep water down.

Eventually, he hears a knocking noise. He ignores it at first. Maybe he's hallucinating. 

"-ules!" he hears faintly over the rushing in his ears. The world feels like it's behind a thick curtain he can't quite drag open.

"Jules!" he hears again. The voice sounds familiar. 

"Open up, mate!" the person says.

Jules drags himself up from the bed, nearly trips over his discarded shoes in the middle of the room but catches himself on the side of the desk by the door.

He opens the door without checking the peephole. He's way too sick to think straight. It must be important if they're knocking.

He struggles to pull back the door. It's heavy as fuck, he doesn't know why. Everything goes black for a second then.

"Jules? Holy fuck!" is all he hears when he's suddenly looking at his hotel room ceiling. No, the wall maybe? The wallpaper is horrible, either way. He feels something put pressure on his arms and torso. It feels nice. Warm. Safe. It also feels familiar. He knows that scent from somewhere.

"-abe! Jules!" filters through again. There's a gentle touch at his cheek. It feels like a soft slap. When he opens his eyes again slowly, a familiar face is looking down at him. 

Dani. Oh thank fuck.

"What the fuck! Are you okay?" the other says. He sounds panicked.

"Why are you upset? Did something happen?" Jules slurs out. He doesn't like that tone in Dani's voice at all.

"What? English please, Jules," Dani says from above. Wait what?

"-ou upset?" Jules tries again. Maybe that was right.