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Low [O2L One shot #7] [Sam]

This was an anonymous request, so here you go, anon! I’m actually really happy with how it turned out! :)

It was late afternoon, and the O2L boys were on their way out to eat an early dinner before one of the last shows on their tour. It had been going really well so far, and all of the guys were upbeat and excited for the show. They decided to walk to the restaurant, which was only a few blocks from their hotel, because the warm summer air kind of reminded them of home, which they were currently hundreds of miles away from. About halfway there, they were stopped by two girls while waiting to cross the road. 

“Do you mind if we take a quick selfie?” the taller one asked hopefully.

The guys nodded easily. They were in a good mood, and the girls seemed pretty calm. What started as just two girls, eventually turned into about 10. They were busy taking selfies and doing funny poses, as well as signing stuff like phone cases. They really didn’t mind, dinner could wait another 15 minutes.

Soon into the impromptu meet and greet, Sam started to feel off. At first, he tried to ignore it, but after a few minutes, it kept nagging at him until finally he pulled away from the two girls he was going to take a picture with. “Sorry guys,” he said apologetically. 

“Are you okay?” one of them asked.

“Yeah you don’t look very good,” the other added.

“I’m okay, I’m just gonna check my sugar levels really quick, if you guys don’t mind.”

“Of course.”

He pulled his kit out of his backpack, and pricked his finger, hands shaking slightly while he brought the stick up to the small spot of blood on the tip of his finger. By now he was feeling lightheaded and dizzy, but he managed to focus enough to stare at the little screen, expectantly, waiting for the number to pop up. When it did, it confirmed his suspicions. He was low. By now the guys had noticed, and were glancing over at him with worried expressions on their faces.

“You okay?” Ricky asked, pulling away from taking a selfie with a fan, to walk over to Sam.

“Um…” Sam said, feeling as though he had a mouth full of peanut butter. “I’m low.”

Ricky’s eyebrows rose. Sam usually took very good care of his diabetes, and there was rarely anything the boys needed to help him with. That, coupled with the fact that he didn’t live with them in the O2L house, meant that they really weren’t very familiar with how to help him in times like these. Ricky’s brain scrambled to come up with something that Sam had told him before about these kind of situations. But unfortunately, he came up empty.

“What do you need?” Ricky finally asked, kind of embarrassed that he didn’t know how to help one of his best friends.

“Um…” Sam said, taking a few breaths to focus on what was going on because he was getting confused. “Juice or soda.” he finally answered, looking up to meet Ricky’s gaze. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw the fans watching with scared expressions on their faces. He wanted to say something reassuring that would make them feel better, but he could barely muster the energy to stand up straight.

Sam swayed a little, and Ricky caught him by the arm. “Okay, who’s a fast runner?’ he asked the crowd. Three girls’ hands shot up. “Here, go with Kian, and buy something sugary, like a juice or soda,” he said, handing them a 5 dollar bill from his pocket. They nodded, and set off running to the nearest corner store, with Kian close behind.

“Here, do you wanna sit down?” Ricky asked, turning his attention back to Sam, who only looked at him blankly in reply. He could hear the words in his ears and see Ricky speaking to him, but he just couldn’t get them to make any sense in his head. He stumbled again, this time grabbing Ricky, who was still holding onto his arm.

Connor quickly walked forwards to grab Sam’s other arm. “Okay, let’s sit down,” he decided. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam sitting down against the side of the nearby building, while Jc, Trevor, and the small group of fans, watched on. Sam sat with his head between his legs. “Just breathe, dude,” Jc said as he stood against the wall, rubbing Sam’s back slightly. “The girls should be back in like 2 minutes.”

And back they were. Just a minute and a half later, the girls were sprinting back down the street, juice in hand, with Kian running tiredly behind them.

“Here,” the blonde one said, handing the juice to Ricky, who thanked them with a smile. “Okay, Sam, can you hold it?” he asked, taking the lid off. Sam nodded slightly, reaching towards the container. There was dead silence as everyone watched him anxiously.

For the next five minutes, Sam altered between drinking the juice and resting his head against the wall, eyes shut, trying not to concentrate on the awful sick, out-of-control feeling he was currently experiencing. But sure enough, the sugar slowly began working its way through his body. He opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer dizzy. The shaking had subsided, at least for the most part. He was okay. He took a relieved breath. Luckily this hadn’t ended in a hospital visit. He pulled out his kit and pricked his finger once again, feeling a lot better as the numbers came up in reassurance. He was still slightly lower than normal, but that was okay, because the sugar would take a couple more minutes to fully work.

“Okay, I’m good,” he said, slowly getting up, and brushing himself off. Jc stood on one side, with Ricky on the other, watching him hesitantly, making sure he really was okay. A small cheer rose up from the crowd, to which Sam chuckled lightly at. “Thanks guys. And sorry about all this, it happens sometimes,” he said. They all ‘aww'ed and just gave him happy smiles.

“Okay, who hasn’t gotten a picture yet?” Sam asked, clapping his hands together. They took the last few pictures, and signed the last few items, and the girls began walking away, talking excitedly amongst themselves, as they waved goodbye to the boys.

“Those were some pretty awesome fans,” Ricky commented, as the boys made their way back to the corner, and crossed the street.

“Yeah,” Sam smiled back. They’d been so kind and helpful and sweet. As he replayed the events in his mind, he came to the happy realization that the fans would always have his back. It was comforting to know that complete strangers, who knew him well, even though he hadn’t ever spoken to them before, cared that much about him. It was a pretty incredible feeling. That feeling of warmth and happiness and belonging stayed with him all through dinner at the restaurant, and all though the show, and as he looked up at the ceiling in bed that night, just before drifting off to sleep, he hoped that feeling was one that never left him. Because it was truly a beautiful thing.