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Having a man who was in the military in their team was more than an advantage when it comes to physical shit like stunning the killer or moving stuff in the main cabin, even training is more efficient when you have a war veteran hanging out with your group. Right..training..
There were two types of training that Guest would often help the others..well..train. One was combat training, usually for sentinels, the other was functional training. Which was the one that Chance hated more than the other. Every time their functional training session ended, Chance would be huffing and panting as if they just ran a marathon while Elliot handed him a bottle of water or some food they have lying around (which was pizza most of the time) to keep Chance from passing out right on the spot.
Today was no different. After a few hours of resting, Guest picked out a few survivors to train in this session, and one of the unlucky survivors was Chance. Once the veteran bought his sluggish teammates outside, he told them to do the usual warm up and started with a few laps of high knee running and heel-to-butt running(I’m Vietnamese..I had to use Google translate for that), but halfway through his laps, Chance felt their lower abdomen suddenly aching badly as if he was having cramps. It didn’t hurt too bad so they ignored it, continue running before anyone else noticed.
Few more minutes, the gambler could barely breathe despite currently sitting down to rest while waiting for the others to finish their turn so he could get this over with sooner. Sitting next to them was Shedletsky who was eyeing Two Time as the cultist struggled to keep the metal bar up their head. The former admin wanted to help but then again, this was functional training. So he could only watch his poor teammate (albeit a little scary at times) huffed as they tried their best to finish their lap
“Chance, it’s your turn!” Guest called out to the zoned out gambler who was still struggling to breathe. Their limbs felt like cooked spaghetti, but still had to push himself up and tiredly walked towards the cultist to take the metal bar from them.
Shit. Why was the bar so much heavier today.?! - was Chance’s first thought when he lifted the bar over their head as he started to walk forward with their legs having to bend to nearly touch the ground(I suck at explaining I’m SO SORRY).
It was all fine until he had to turn around and walk all the way back to where he started. That was when they felt their arms and legs almost completely giving out. They could barely breathe again, their vision slightly blurry as their labored breathing completely fogged up their shades.
“Just suck it up!” - he thought to himself, finishing the lap and sitting down right after from dizziness and the numbness of their limbs. When Guest told everyone to stand up so they could move to the next exercise, Chance almost fell over due to his head practically spinning. They gripped the former admin’s shoulder for support and to get his attention as they struggled out a quiet sentence
“Dude I think I’m gonna puke..”
Fortunately(or unfortunately. Chance doesn’t know if it’s good or bad), Guest heard them and immediately came over to the gambler who was now sitting down on the grass, leaning against the cabin’s wooden frame
“you feel nauseous?”
“Yeah..kinda..”
“Let me guide you to the bathroom”
“No need..”
The veteran’s brows furrowed. What do they mean “no need”?? Chance looked visibly pale right now, and he looked like he was gonna pass our and go into a coma! Are they seriously brushing this off right now??
“Then I’ll guide you back inside.”
Chance nodded weakly, standing up as he felt his legs tremble. Oh how weak they felt. They didn’t like this feeling. The one where they felt like they had to depend on someone. It felt humiliating.
Guest tried his best to guide the gambler back inside the main lobby, with Shedletsky and Two Time following suit behind the duo as Chance was gently seated by the veteran on a soft chair. Guest called for Elliot, and immediately, the pizza boy rushed down to give his partner a glass of water, and a slice of pizza. Chance could barely even talk or think, let alone drink something. So Elliot had to assist the gambler to avoid spilling anything on their clothes.
Guest sighed and cut the training session short, not wanting to push Chance or anyone else to the point of making them physically malfunction like a certain somebody.
Two Time excused themself after giving the gambler a blessing from The Spawn, Shedletsky sticking around for a while before also leaving to help Builderman with whatever stuff he was onto. Thus leaving the barely conscious gambler, the worried pizza boy and the veteran in the main lobby. Elliot was constantly checking if Chance was feeling better, each time the answer being either a tired hum, or nothing at all.
Chance’s body felt like it was physically shutting down. They couldn’t feel anything at all, their body felt heavy as if he weighted millions of pounds. He could feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness as they hummed another fatigue response to Elliot’s worried question. And soon enough, Chance just fell asleep right on the couch.
“Chance?? Can you hear me?”
“He’s knocked out cold..also, they haven’t been eating properly, that must be the reason for this..”
Guest sighed and nodded, helping Elliot to move the unconscious gambler back to Elliot’s cabin since it was closer, with the pizza boy walking behind, holding a tray that had the plate with the pizza slice on it, and an unfinished glass of water on the other side of the plastic tray.
——🎰🍕——
Chance woke up with an equally awful migraine as they looked around to see himself tucked in Elliot’s bed, spotting Guest and Elliot talking not far from them. Why were they here? Why’s the other two here? The pizza boy noticed first and literally sprinted towards Chance with full speed, sitting on the bed next to them and holding their hand
“Chance!! You made me worried sick earlier! Are you okay.?!”
“I feel dizzy..”
“Eat up..”
Elliot handed him the plate of pizza as Guest approached the two, grabbing a nearby wooden chair and sitting in front of the duo
“You’re not nauseous anymore, are you?”
“I feel better now, thanks Guest..”
The veteran nodded, overall just (a bit more than) glad that his friend is alright.
——*~Shitty bonus that I should’ve scrapped~*——
“Elliooootttt...my legs are still hurting..can you carry me..?”
“Chance, my love. No. I am not carrying you today. My arms are hurting, too..”
“I can carry you if you’d like?”
”That’d be awesome, Guest!”
“No. You have to finish your soup before going anywhere”
“I’m full-“
“Finish it.”
“Okay then..”