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To say today had been fun was an extreme understatement, from Wilbur swimming in a suit, to the constant fights on the inflatable course- George had had a blast.
He'd definitely picked up some bruises- that went without saying, with how many times he'd fallen over he was surprised he didn't have a concussion. Some of the falls were quite hard.
That may have been why he felt so shitty, ever since they came down from content mode, his mood had just dropped. He felt sluggish as he and Tommy got changed from their wet suits, Wilbur from his actual suit.
"George, you alright? You look quite pale." Wilbur commented once they'd all come out the changing rooms.
The shortest of the group nodded, drying his hair off with a towel he'd brought. "Yeah don't worry, I'm just tired after all of, well, everything."
Tommy seemed convinced by that response, putting his jacket on as it was quite chilly once they'd stopped moving, he didn't want to catch anything.
Wilbur however, wasn't convinced in the slightest. He pulled a face at George while Tommy wasn't looking, letting the younger of the two aware of how much he was bullshitting.
If he wasn't going to admit it verbally, Wilbur would at least try to coax it out of him through texts, pulling his phone out and turning his data on before going on discord and beginning to message George.
'You hit your head too hard or something?' Wilbur jokingly texted, George pulling his phone from his pocket once he felt the vibration.
Tommy was otherwise occupied, sending Russ the directions so he could come pick them up.
George sighed, putting his phone in his pocket. "I must have just drunk too much of the water or something, I just feel really sick." He explained, not as insistent on keeping up the act once the teen was gone.
"Or it's that you smacked your head so hard, you took some hard falls." Wilbur added, knowing that some of the falls must've hurt, especially when George full on smacked his head walking down a slight ramp.
George nodded in agreement, rubbing his eyes from both tiredness and for a source of comfort. He was more than convinced he was gonna throw up soon, and he'd been friends with Wilbur long enough to know what triggered his anxiety.
"Are you gonna sit in the front on the way back?" He questioned, nervously crossing his arms and swaying, then uncrossing his arms and itching his neck.
"I mean...I was gonna let you sit in the front if you want, or we can let Tommy-"
"You sit in the front. You can't sit in the back with me." George quickly cut in, Wilbur quickly realising why.
"Gogs, if it's that bad then we can just hold off for a bit, we can wait for food." The taller of the two calmly explained, as Tommy came back over to them.
"Big Russ has just parked, you two coming?" He asked, more so already leading them to the car.
"Woah, slow down a minute big man." Wilbur joked, edging George to tell him what was going on. If Wilbur couldn't help his friend, he was sure to make sure someone else could.
"Everything okay?" Tommy asked, stopping dead in his tracks and giving them both his full attention. Now that he thought about it, George DID look pale.
George cleared his throat, crossing his arms noticeably lower than usual. "I just feel sick, Wilbur thinks I hit my head too much, I think I swallowed too much water."
Tommy sighed, but then smiled as he remembered something. "Well first of all, that is not pog. However, because something like this always ends up happening, we have paper bags in the car now." He explained.
"I'm gonna need one in a minute." George quickly said, holding back a burp/hiccup/gag- he didn't want to find out which one it was.
"Oh shit, when you said you felt sick I didn't think you meant this sick yet." Wilbur quickly said, putting a hand on George's shoulder and leading him out to the car.
Big Russ seemed to already know what was happening, and quickly put his vape down as he reached for the glovebox, pulling out a few paper bags and passing them to Tommy over the car roof.
Wilbur was quick to back away, going over to talk with Russ about ghosts, anything that would take his mind off what was happening in the background.
"Can I sit down?" George asked, never really being fond of throwing up while he was stood- mind you the only experience he had with that was when he was a child and wasn't quick enough to get to the bathroom.
"Sure Gogs, just like, sit in the car." Tommy suggested, as George sat down in the backseat, clutching one of the paper bags tightly as his hands shook.
"Just take deep breaths George, try to focus on the horizon." Wilbur suggested, keeping his distance but still trying to help.
George nodded, more so hunching over and closing his eyes. He felt so damn uncomfortable, the nausea just swirling in his stomach, he was honestly tempted to just make himself throw up.
But no, he decided to just leave his body to fix itself, continuing to take deep breaths and lean his head on the seat in front of him.
They’d now been sat in the car park for about fifteen minutes, and nothing had changed. The only ‘progress’ made was the fact George had coughed a few times.
“How much longer should we leave it? If he’s just nauseous then wouldn’t it be better to go somewhere to get food?” Russ asked Wilbur, who shrugged.
As if by magic, George harshly gagged into the paper bag, pretty much doubling over. “Nope, sit up, you’ll do yourself no favours doing that.” Tommy instructed, making George sit back up.
After a few more attempts, George finally coughed up all the water he’d swallowed, as well as his breakfast. Tommy gently pat his back, just to aid the process as much as possible.
Once the worst of it had passed, George felt well enough to be begun focussing on the horizon, watching as the clouds passed as he took a few sips of water.
“You think we’re good to go?” Wilbur asked, to which George nodded, getting out of the car to dispose of his bag in the nearest bin, before climbing in with everyone else.
“McDonalds then?”
Nobody declined, especially when Tommy offered to pay.