A/N: HEY BABES!! Welcome to Dropping like Flies Part 2!!! So, I hadn't planned on making a part two but, I had such a fun time writing the first part that I knew that I wanted to continue this story!! Enjoy!!!

(Recap)

But, just like clockwork, Scott got this shocked look on his face and ran straight for the bathroom. He got on his knees, put the lid up, and started vomiting. Esther entered the hotel room, as she had an extra key and wanted to check up on the trio. She heard gagging which wasn't good.

"Sh*t Scott, is Mitch getting sick again?"

Esther turned the corner and was shocked to see Mitch and Kirstie laying down in the bed not making a single sound. It wasn't until she walked over to the bathroom, and saw Scott that she realized what had happened.

"Oh. My. God"

(Start of part 2)

"I'm s-sorry Es, I just-"

Scott leaned over, expelling more vomit

"My goodness, it's passing around so fast. Don't be sorry, Scott. Sometimes these things just happen. It isn't anyone's fault, it just hit out of nowhere. Here's some paper towel, I'm gonna go check on Kirstie and Mitch."

"K-Kay."

Esther hands some paper towel to Scott, and then leaves the bathroom to check up on the other 2 sickies. They both looked miserable. She decided to check on Mitch first, as he looked the most uncomfortable.

"Hey Mitch, how are you feeling?"

"Not good. Trashcan, now, please."

She quickly grabbed a trashcan, and handed it to Mitch as he sat up. The moment that trashcan was in his hands, he just started spewing. As this was happening, Scott walked over to the same bed that Mitch was in and got in. 

"It's okay, Mitch. Hopefully this is only a 12 hour ordeal."

Scott frowned, he really didn't think he was going to catch this and him being the sweetest tried to rub Mitch's back to offer some support. Kirstie had fallen asleep but, she will most likely be up in a few minutes getting sick herself.

"Are you done Mitch?"

"I think so."

"Okay, I'll just take this."

Esther took the trashcan and moved it back on the ground. Normally, she can take care of one of her tour babies but she's never had to deal with 3 at a time which was already really hard. Mitch stayed sitting up for about ten minutes, just to make sure nothing else was going to come up. When he laid back down, he and Scott cuddled up close to each other.

Time Skip: 10 Minutes

"Oh no, Kirstin."

Just as Esther had thought, Kirstie woke up about 10 minutes later. However, there was no time to grab the trashcan. It was so sudden, that neither of them were ready. Kirstie was covered in her own vomit, which made her feel even more sick at the sight of it. 

"It's alright, I-I'll just call the front desk and request new bedding."

"Es, it happened so fast I didn't even think I was going to be sick until it ended up on my lap. I'm starting to feel gross, and it's warm."

By this time, the caretaker, or the mom had already called the front desk and they were sending someone quickly. At the same moment, like lighting, Scott jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom for a second time. A knock was heard at the door, Esther answered it.

"Hello."

"Hi, I have new bedding for your room."

"Okay, thanks so much."

The worker tried to come in the room, to change the sheets. 

"Sir, you don't need to do it, I'll do it, and give a fat tip."

"Alright, you can leave the sheets outside your door."

"Okay. Thanks. Bye, now."

Esther shut the door, and rolled her eyes. There was no way that she was going to leave puke sheets out in the hallway. She didn't know what to do with them but, it would all be okay. 

"Here Kirstie, let's get you a shower."

"A-Alright. But, Scott's in there."

"I know, I'll get him to lay back down in a second."

She goes through Kirstie's suitcase, and pulls out some comfy clothes for her as well as her body wash and other shower things. Once Esther got Kirstie in the shower, she made Scott get back in bed.

"Scott, Kirstie needs a shower. Come on, back to bed."

"B-But, what if I get sick again?"

"Then you can use the trashcan, it's fine."

Scott got up from his knees, and walked back to bed. Esther heard her phone ding in her back pocket, she checked to see who had tried to text her. When she groaned, and put her hand on her head they knew something was up.

"What's wrong?"

"Avi just texted, it just hit Kevin."

"Oh no. Do you think we'll have to miss more than 1 show?"

"Maybe, Scott. I don't know. Umm...I'm going to go check up on them, right now. Will you guys be okay for right now? Need anything, Mitch??'

"No."

"Scott?"

"Nope, I think we're okay."

"Alright then, call if you need anything."

The boys nodded, shutting their eyes, trying to sleep instead of barf every second. Ester went in the bathroom, to tell Kirstie that she was leaving but that she'd be back soon.

"Kirstie??"

"Y-Yeah?"

"You okay in there?"

"Yup, doing fine."

"Okay then, well, it's hit Kevin and I'm going to go check on the others. Your clothes are right out here for you to put on, and some towels are laid out as well. Need anything else?"

"No, I think I'm okay for now."

"Alright, call if you need anything."

"I will."

Time Skip: 30 Minutes Later

"Scottyyyy..."

Mitch said as he rolled over, to look at Scott

"What, babe?"

"My tummy kinda hurts."

"You need the trashcan, Mitchy??"

Since the trashcan was on Scott's side of the bed, when he saw Mitch cover his mouth he was quick to grab it and hand it to Mitch just in time. Kirstie walked out of the bathroom just as this was happening, and Scott was looking away so it wouldn't make him sicker.

"Awee Mitch, it seems to hitting you harder."

Kirstie said, and Mitch looked up at her

"I-I've noticed, Ki-Kirstie."

"Are you uh, done, Mitchy?"

Mitch shook his head, and he started to vomit more

"Oh. It's okay, it's okay."

Once he was done, Mitch started to cry, and Scott had no idea why he was crying. Kirstie was even confused, and she looked at Scott with a worried look.

"Mitchy? What's wrong, why are you crying??"

"I-I-Ju-Just-"

"Are you in pain?? Do you want me to call Esther???"

"N-No, none of that. Scotty, I'm just SO miserable!! Why does it have to be like this?! Getting sick on a show day?! It makes me so sad because, we've let down so many fans."

"Well, Mitchy, we can't help that we are sick. I'm sure we will reschedule, and be able to see the fans who won't be able to see us tonight. The fans know that we are sick, they aren't mad, just have been sending well wishes on twitter."

"R-Really?"

"Yeah, it's all gonna be okay. You wanna lay down?"

"S-S-Sure."

Mitch hands the trashcan to Scott, who moves it on the floor next to their bed. Once Scott does that the smaller, more sicker man cuddles into his side. Scott knows that being sick while all alone is hard enough but, with the rest of them it isn't as bad.

"Scotty?"

"Hmmmm??"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mitchy."

Kirstie giggles, feeling like a 3rd wheel

"We love you so much, Kirstie."

"I love you guys too, so much actually."

A/N: Thanks for reading!! AH! It is so refreshing/strange to write about the whole group and not just Scomiche but, I loved every second of it!! As always PLEASE feel free to comment/message me if you have a request for me or if you just wanna chat!! BYE!!!