STURNIOLO TRIPLETS-one shots

Fainting at School-Chris

Heyy!!
I got this idea from having to do the beep test myself the other day. If you're one of the lucky souls who've never heard of the dreaded beep test, consider yourself lucky omg

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TW: fainting, swearing, throwing up

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    Beep...beep...beep...
    The ragged breathing of students filled the gym as they ran back and forth between the twenty meter apart lines. By this point, they were on level nine, and most people had stopped running already, gasping in exhaustion.
    Matt's legs felt like jello, his breath scraping painfully against his ribs. He was almost at the line... two more steps... one...
    Beep.
    " Matt, you're out." Mr. G, the gym teacher called. He wrote something down on his clipboard. " You got 9.2." He nodded. " Better than last time."
    Matt nodded, sweat dripping down his face. He staggered to the side of the gym and slumped down next to Nick, who'd gotten out a couple minutes earlier.
    " Here." He handed him a water bottle which Matt gulped from.
    " Damn." Nick said, watching the people still running. " How the fuck is Chris still going?"
    " I wouldn't be surprised if he practiced for this." Matt panted. " That's the kinda shit he'd do just to beat us."
    " Well he already has." Nick responded. Now there were only two people still running, everyone else still cheering them on. The other kid, Jon, was known for being a track star.
    Chris on the other hand...
    Well, the main component of his diet was pepsi.
    Chris felt numb, his legs and arms pumping in unison. His head was spinning, breathing painfully fast. Jon was running next to him, still looking calm.
    Level ten...
   Ten point one...
  " He's not looking so good." Matt whispered to Nick from the bench. He could hardly hear himself over their friends cheering Chris on.
     " No, not at all." Nick agreed. He'd made it to level eight, and he'd thought he was gonna die then. Chris was by no means a runner. His cheeks were flushed a bright pink, his hair plastered to his head.
     Ten point eleven...
    Just get to level eleven, Chris thought, pulling himself across the line and turning around to go back.
     You can do it.
    C'mon, one more.
   Three more steps...
    Two..
   God, he was so dizzy-
   One
          More
                The world was spinning-
                         Step...
      The class exploded as Chris crumpled to the ground over the line. Jon ran past him easily and turned around.
    " Chris!" Matt and Nick jumped up and knelt next to their brother. " Shit- Chris? Can you hear me? Oh my god-" Matt shook his brother. His eyes were closed, his breath much too fast.
      Mr. G kneeled next to Matt and Nick, gently feeling Chris's pulse. His face was worried.
    " Matt. Go to the office and ask for some ice." Matt nodded and strided off at a feverish pace.
      The class crowded around, all trying to see the fainted boy.
      " Ok, everyone. Gym's over for today. Go get changed." Mr. G announced, standing up.
      " Oh Chris-" Nick sighed, pushing his brother's hair off his forehead. He then took off his shirt and folded it under Chris's head so that he was more comfortable. " Will he be ok?"
      " Yes," Mr. G said. " The cause was probably over-exerting himself, so he should be fine when he wakes up."
    As if on cue, Chris stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering.
    " N'ck?"
    " Yeah, it's me babe." Nick lightly pressed Chris back to the floor as he struggled to sit up. " Lie down for me, ok? Matt went to get you ice."
    Chris winced. " What... what happened? Why am I on the ground?" His blue eyes were clouded.
    " You fainted, hon. Remember the beep test? You were running-"
    " Oh, right. What'd I get?"
    Nick rolled his eyes as Mr. G checked his clipboard. " Level eleven."
    " Yes." Chris pumped his fist. " Did I beat you guys?"
    " That's what you care about?" Nick asked, laughing slightly. " Yeah, you did."
    Matt entered the gym, clutching a bag of ice. " Chris!" He hurried over and knelt next to Nick. " I got you ice- are you ok? You're a fucking idiot you know-"
    Chris sat up carefully, closing his eyes against a wave of dizziness. He accepted the ice from Matt and pressed it to his neck.
    " What the hell is that?" He asked in shock, noticing Nick's shirt on the ground. " Please tell me that I wasn't lying on that. It smells like absolute ass."
    " Ok, geez." Nick picked up his shirt and put it on. " Next time I'll let you get a bruised skull from the floor, my god-"
    " Do you feel ok, Chris?" Mr. G asked, reminding the triplets of his presence.
    " Fine. Kinda tired. And my head hurts a little-"
    " It could've hurt a lot more without my shirt-" Nick cut in.
    " Shut up." Matt shoved him.
    " Alright. I think you're good to go. You're already late for next period so I'll write you three a pass." Mr. G started to write something down. " Take it easy, ok?"
    Chris nodded and accepted a hand from Nick to stand up.
    " Good?" Matt grabbed his arm to steady the swaying Chris. Mr. G was already walking away into his office.
    " Yeah." Chris replied, swallowing hard. " L-let's go get changed. I'm gross and sweaty."
    Matt and Nick agreed and the three made their way to the changing room. The two began to change, but Chris just sunk to the floor next to his locker, head in hands. He looked pale and shaky.
    " Chris?" Nick asked, pulling on a clean shirt. " What's going on?"
    "Um-I feel kinda queasy."
    " You gonna throw up?" Matt looked up in concern.
    Chris answered by standing quickly and rushing to the bathroom. He crashed to the floor in front of the toilet and doubled over, puking harshly. He grabbed the toilet with white-knuckled fingers.
    " Ok, breath Chrissy." Nick kneeled on the floor and rubbed his sweaty back. Matt pressed the mostly melted ice to his neck. " You're alright."
    After a couple more minutes he leaned back into Nick's chest, breathing heavily.
    " Better?"
    " Kinda."
    " Let's go home, ok?" Matt said, handing Chris a piece of toilet paper.
    " Please." He answered.
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