one good thing | second squad/reddit crew oneshots

Sick boy

(Im ill and depressed rn and just gonna reflect that on here get fucked guys)

Henry woke up with puffy eyes, a runny nose and an already booming headache. Just like he had for the past 3 days. He groaned, attempting to sniffle but failing as his nose was too stuffy.

Light was streaming in his room, adding to his tiredness. Last night was not a good sleep. He'd spent the previous day mainly in bed, using his laptop as he felt too shit to move. He turned in for an early night, swaddled in blankets and a hoodie. The night was disturbed though, he woke up coughing so roughly he felt like gravel was in his throat. So harshly, he assumed he would begin to start coughing blood any second.

Fortunately, he didn't. Henry sat up, pushing off mounds of blankets to the bottom of the bed. He sat with both legs on the edge of the bed, feeling everything sway. The usual drop from his bed to the floor seemed cliff-like.

He took one step off the bed and hurtled to the floor, as the world tipped to one side. He landed in a heap, groaning in pain. He laid there for a while, staring at his computer.

He usually spoke to his friends constantly, outside of videos. The last time he talked to them was two days ago, which didn't seem long but in perspective of the usual gap of maybe a few hours, it felt long. He hadn't meant to ignore them, but once he found his phone- which had slipped off the bed when he had- he found a few missed notifications from last night. His early bed hadn't gone unnoticed, Henry was usually awake at 1AM.

He let the group chat know he was okay, just fell asleep. Which automatically alerted them something was wrong. Brandon asked if he was okay to do the video he promised he'd do. Henry almost denied, but a promise is a promise, and he said he would be in a video nearly a week ago.

Henry checked the time, his eyes widened a bit. It was 4PM. He'd slept through the whole day.

"Shit." He mumbled, sitting up off his floor. A wave of dizziness hit him and he closed his eyes. He reopened them when his phone dinged, and read Brandon's message slowly. The screen hurt his eyes and made him slow.

It was just telling him to get online, they'd be recording soon. Henry dragged himself into his chair (399... can you do this??) and flicked the computer on.

He joined the discord call with Diesel and Brandon, sliding his headphones on.

"Finally!" Henry jumped at the volume, sliding it down.

"S-sorry." He said quietly. He noticed he was shivering, and grabbed a blanket for his legs, then pushing to his hood.

"You alright?" Diesel asked. Even at low volume, his head pounded at the volume.

"Yeah just a bit sick." Henry hadn't realised how rough his voice was, and hoarse.

"It's a facecam video, so uh..." Brandon reminded them. Henry huffed.

"I forgot. Give me a second I look horrendous." He grumbled. He pulled off his headphones, turning the volume up full so he could hear what they were saying.

"Fucks sake. Don't be long." Henry didn't respond, but continued brushing his hair. He winced at the sound, his hair was incredibly knotty from sleeping so long. It made his head hurt more and he couldn't handle too much. He let out a soft ow, putting down the brush and putting his beanie on top. There wasn't much he could do about the rest of his appearance though. He probably looked like shit.

He slid the headphones back on, flicking down the volume once more.

"Right, I'm back." He noticed Brandon and Diesel both had facecam on and he followed suit.

"You look like crap." Brandon said. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, feel it too." He coughed, aiming away from the mic. It tumbled his chest and echoed through discord.

"That doesn't sound too good." Diesel commented.

"Can we just start? So I can go back to bed." And they did.

About halfway through, Henry felt a wave of nausea hit him. He swallowed, re adjusting himself. He felt the rise of bile and quickly moved his hair away from his face, tilted towards his bin and threw up. His headphones were still on, and he could hear silence. Henry wretched again, a sob leaving his mouth too. He cried, grabbing a tissue and wiping his mouth, and then his tears- with a separate tissue.

He made a 'bleh' sound, coming back into frame for Brandon and Diesel to see.

"That sounded terrible." They wisely commented.

"Oh, shut up." Henry wiped away the tears that were still coming with his sleeve, sinking back into his chair.

"Can you finish the video without me? I think I'm gonna pass out." Truly, his head lolled on his chair, eyes drooping. They'd both fully opened his facecam on discord now, watching their friend.

"Henry!" Diesel called out, panicked. Trying to get him to come back to attention, he still had his headphones on. Henry's eyes rolled back and his body relaxed as he officially passed out.

"Well. That's going on the second channel. 'Henry passing out' great content."