Kirstie POV

I roll over in my small bed on the bus and hear someone coughing and groaning. I quietly get out of bed and find Avi laying on the couch coughing, with a runny nose, and wrapped in blankets. I walk over and squat to his level. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He just shakes his head no before going into another coughing fit. When he stops coughing I feel his forehead and he is burning up. I get up and head to the small 'kitchen' and make him some of the tea I drink when I get sick. When I come back over to the couch he is sitting up half asleep. "Here drink this, it should help with your throat."  I say handing him the cup. "Thank you." He says in a weak scratchy voice. I sit next to him with my head on his shoulder. He drinks his tea and we quietly sit there and watch TV.  After a few minutes he sit forward to put his cup down, then shifts so we are laying down.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know I hear Scott and Mitch whispering. "Look at the love birds." Mitch coos. I sit up, careful not to wake up Avi. "Shhh, you'll wake him up. He was up almost all night coughing." "So if he's sick why are you in here?" Scott asks. "I woke up in the middle of the night and heard him coughing. So I came to check on him and fell asleep." I exclaim. "Poor him. Are you sure you should be around him? You tend to get sick easily." Mitch asks. "I'll be fine."

3 Days later

"I hate you Avi! If it weren't for you I wouldn't be sick." I yell from the back of the bus. "I'm sorry love. You'll be better soon." I hear him yell back. "You better hope so. It sucks being sick on tour."