Free The Fall of Sky (Part Three) by alexia purdy Page B

I’d woken up sick to my stomach and had barely made it to the bathroom.
    Feeling weak and still a bit nauseous, I pattered off to the sink and rinsed my mouth, splashing my face with water. Grabbing a towel from the stack the motel left on the sink, I dried my face and peered at myself in the mirror. I was a sallow green shade, but it was fading as the moments ticked by. I’d lost weight recently and was beginning to look even more waif like. Maybe I should see a doctor.
    I shook my head and tossed the towel to the side. I hated doctors. Loathed them. There was no way I was going there whatsoever for a small bout of food poisoning.
    Heading out of the restroom, I plopped back onto the bed and peered over to the second bed next to me.  Audrey slept curled up into Saul as he softly snored. The hotel had been nearly booked full, and we’d been forced to share a room this time. Luckily, it was our day off, and I could relax and recover from whatever was ailing me. We had one more week on tour, and then we would finish recording the second album and take a long vacation before it released and we’d be thrown on tour again.
    I hoped it lasted longer than a few months. I was exhausted from travelling and singing almost every night for the last three months. It was more than draining.
    I let my face sink into the pillow I’d bunched up under my head. Listening to the soft breathing from the other bed, I knew I wasn’t the only one burnt out on touring. My body ached in every little joint, my throat was constantly sore, and my legs felt like Jell-O most days. Exercising kept me in shape, but nothing compared to the energy it took to keep going weeks on end on little sleep, forgetting to eat now and then, compiled with extreme jetlag. I was pretty done with this rock ‘n roll crap for a while, and we weren’t even near the end.
    Closing my eyes, my thoughts went to Emilio and then to Jonas. I’d not seen either since Jonas had ripped me out of my tour bus at 2am to see me desperately a month ago. We’d spent a couple nights together before he left again. No contact from Emilio since a week before that. It worried me to not hear from either of them, and the loneliness crept into me during these wee hours of the mornings.
    At least Audrey had Saul. Hell…she had Random too, and no one was going to kill her if either found out about the other. I knew about Random. He’d demanded to get a chance with Audrey, hence the reason I’d stayed with Jonas longer than usual as an excuse to leave the studio to them three weeks ago when Saul was sick. What other way to give Random what he needed so he would keep his trap shut about Emilio and me?
    All this thinking was giving me a headache, so I turned away from their sleeping bodies and settled in for a couple more hours of sleep. It was just five in the morning, and I wasn’t planning on getting out of bed any time soon.
    I sat up remembering something which had slipped my mind. My period was late. Or was it? I tried my hardest to remember when I’d had my last one, but my memory failed miserably. I sighed as I rubbed my face in frustration. I probably missed it due to stress. It happened before when I didn’t eat enough and was on days of drug highs that kept me going on and on without much thought for sleep or food. That was probably it. Not the drug part, but the exhaustive pace I’d kept was messing with me for sure. Not to forget the food poisoning I had at this time.
    I settled back into bed for a nice long nap, hoping to shove any more crazy thoughts out of my head.
    My stomach had other ideas…
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
     
     
    Audrey
    The day was dragging, but I didn’t mind. I sat outside in the balcony of the motel they’d stuffed us in for our days off. Everyone was tired, me included. I sipped the hot tea I’d made after heading to the bathroom. Liv was passed out cold on her bed, and so was Saul on the other bed where I’d slept the night. His gorgeous