Camp Camp Oneshots and Ministories (normal version)

Max sickfics are great

MMmmmmmm cheeeesssseee. Max gets sick and it goes as well as a person would expect. I'm just going to follow the sickfic formula. 

I'm listening to Hard to be the Bard and it's such a mood.

The first thing Max noticed when he woke up that morning was an aching pain at the back of his head and a jabbing pain in his throat, making it hard to breath. He laid in his cot, wheezing softly in his sweat. Of course, what else could he expect after he was feeling a little sick the day before. At least that was just irritating but didn't really affect him that much. 

His headache that seemed to multiply by ten overnight as well as his sore throat that also got worse mixed with the sweating of his skin and nausea in his stomach made him feel almost as gross as Jermy Fartz. The light shining through the tent seemed way too bright for his sensitive eyes as soon as he opened them. 

A part of him was a bit surprised that he couldn't hear Neil's loud snoring since it was usually at its most obnoxious in the morning. He glanced over to Neil's side of the room only to realize he wasn't there. What the fuck? Max always woke up before Neil. 

His heavy eyelids begged him to sleep while his body was uncomfortable. He kicked his blanket off so he could be at least a bit cooler. His eyes fell shut once again. Ten more minutes couldn't hurt. 

"Is he still sleeping Neil?" He heard Nikki whine. 

'Dammit Nikki,'  was his immediate thought. 

"Shut up Nikki. He didn't look so good," snapped Neil. Him too?! Of course fucking Neil wouldn't be able to mind his own goddamn business. 

"I can fucking hear you both!" Max yelled to the assholes outside of his tent. That was a mistake because as soon as he raised his voice his head started pounding. 

His two friends entered the tent cautiously, both eyeing him sympathetically. 

"You okay?" Neil asked softly. 

Max sat up on the bed to prove that he was. Just that action was enough to make his head spin. He hoped the other two didn't noticed how he swayed gently before sitting up straight. 

"Of course I am," he said, his voice coming out softer than intended. "What? Did you think something was wrong?"

The two kept looking at him nervously. Max was having trouble focusing on them as the room lightly spinned. 

"I'm getting breakfast," he said, hopping out of the cot. He stumbled a bit before regaining his composure. He put his hoodie over his head like he did routinely, ignoring how hot his body felt in that extra layer. 

Once he stepped outside into the sunlight that was way too bright he asked the other two if they were coming with him. That day was going to be like any other normal day. He would just be slightly inconvenienced but he would power through it because he's Max and that's what Max does.

Eating his sloppy breakfast in the Mess Hall as worse than other days, even though he didn't think it was possible. Great job Quartermaster. He wasn't even hungry so he figured the two spoonfuls he ate would've been enough. Most of the kids in the Mess Hall had already eaten all their slop and were outside causing chaos.

Neil and Nikki were eyeing Max closely, weirding him out in a way. 

"What the fuck are you guys looking at?" he asked. 

"Max, we know you're sick. We can just tell David and you can have the day off to get-"

"He'll just baby me! Fine, I'm feeling a little under the weather but there's nothing to worry about."