Outer Banks Sickfics

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i don't really feel like following the plot of the story so just pretend that everything is normal i guess

Sarah's POV

Kie, JJ, Pope, and I were all confused. John B hadn't contacted any of us at all that day. Usually, he would get up in the morning and pick JJ up around 10, then Pope at 10:10, Kie at 10:30, and then me at 10:45. However, when it was 11:30 and JJ, Pope, and Kie showed up at my door I knew something was wrong. 

"Have you heard from John B today?" Kie asked. 

I shook my head. "I haven't seen him since yesterday." 

"Well, then let's head over to his place because I don't think he'd be anywhere else," Pope said. 

We walked to the chateau and arrived around 12:45. I wasn't too worried about John B. If something was going on he would tell us. 

I let myself in through the front door first, everyone following behind me. We walked through the seemingly empty house until we got to John B's room. I opened the door quietly and saw John B in a pile under his covers. That was odd. It wasn't like John B to sleep in. He was usually an early riser and he loved to be out on the water as early as he could. 

"John B," Kie said. He didn't answer. 

JJ asked, "What do you think's wrong with him?"

I walked over to John B's side and ran my fingers through his hair to find out that he was sweaty and an incredible amount of heat was radiating off of him. I was about to announce that to the rest of the crew but John B started to stir. 

"Sarah?" He murmured. 

I said, "Hey, you're okay." I then turned to the others. "He's burning up."

Kie rushed forward and put her hand on John B's forehead. He tried to swat Kie's hand away but she grabbed his wrist and told him to cut the shit. He did. 

"God dammit, John B. Why didn't you tell anyone you weren't feeling well?" Kie was frustrated. 

"I'm fine," John B said. "Just sweaty."

"Can you sit up for me, bud?" Pope asked, and then helped John B into a sitting position. 

John B's eyes were bloodshot and his skin was clammy. His movements were shaky and it was incredibly obvious that he was not fine. 

"What're you all doing here?" John B asked. He finally spoke enough words for everyone to hear the congestion lacing his voice. 

JJ sighed. "Damn, John B."

"What?" I asked. "What did he do?"

Pope chuckled. "I forgot, you're new here. John B always does this. Every time he gets sick. He hides it from everyone else and holes himself up until it gets bad. Honestly, we should've known as soon as he didn't show up."

"Show up for what?" 

I was beginning to grow worried. "You were supposed to come get us all so we could go fishing this morning."

John B started to panic. His breathing rate increased and he was fumbling around his bed like he was looking for something. 

"Hey, it's okay, John B, we aren't mad," Kie reassured him. 

He choked out, "I'm sorry."

"Alright, you guys know the drill," JJ said. "I'll be back in probably a half-hour. John B, where are your keys?"

"Kitchen counter," John B croaked. 

Without another word, JJ was out the door. 

"I'm sorry, what's the drill?" I asked. 

Kie said, "We basically have a system for whenever John B does this. It is incredibly sexist but I allow it because John B gets really sick sometimes. JJ goes and gets medicine while Pope calms John B down and I make him soup."

I looked over and Pope was cuddled up next to John B in his bed. John B already looked more calm. I smiled and cuddled up to John B's other side. 

"I'm gonna get the thermometer from John B's medicine cabinet then I'll get the soup going," Kie said. 

John B said, "It should be on the counter, Kie. I tried taking my temperature last night."

Kie found the thermometer and brought it back. She handed it to me and I put it in John B's mouth. Once the thermometer beeped, Pope took it and checked the numbers. 

"Jesus Christ, John B. How the hell did you get this sick?" Pope said. 

I asked, "What's his temp?"

"It's just over 102."

Kie went into the kitchen and started to make some soup. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, we really saw how poorly John B was doing. Tissues were piling up on his bed and he was coughing every few minutes, and it didn't sound good. He was starting to sneeze too, but apparently that was new. 

"The sneezing is just setting in," John B said. "I was mostly having problems with just my throat yesterday, that's probably why you guys didn't notice."

I kissed John B's cheek and almost immediately after he pitched forward with a harsh sneeze into a tissue. 

"Bless you," Pope said. "I'm gonna go get you some water. I'll be right back."

Pope left the room and I cuddled closer to John B when I felt him shiver. "How you holding up?" I asked. 

"I don't feel well, Sarah," John B said. He put his head on my shoulder and coughed lightly. I could feel how warm he still was. I was praying that JJ would get back from the store with some medicine soon. 

Pope returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and an ice pack. He laid the ice pack on top of John B's head and had him take a few sips of water. We found out how dehydrated John B was when he slammed back the entire glass of water and then two more. 

"John B, you have to take care of yourself," Pope said. "You know how when I'm sick I stay home and drink fluids and then I'm better in, like, two days? The reason you get so sick for so long is because you pretend it isn't happening and you don't take care of yourself!"

"Pope, be easy on him," Kie interrupted the conversation as she came in with a bowl of soup on a tray. "Here, be careful it's still hot."

She set the tray down in front of John B and he sat up a little more. He ate about half of it before he claimed that he was full and that the soup was making his nose run. He blew his nose a couple of times and then laid back down. Pope and I were on either side of him just as we were before. 

John B fell asleep and while he was napping Pope told me that John B was very fragile when he was sick because he didn't ever really have anyone to take care of him. His mom split when he was really young and his dad was always so wrapped up in finding the gold from the Royal Merchant that he never really had anyone. 

Pope had just finished telling me about that as JJ walked in. He had a couple of grocery bags of stuff. He unloaded it all to show some DayQuil, NyQuil, cough syrup, cough drops, and a ton of other stuff. 

"What took you so long?" Kie asked. 

JJ said, "I was trying to figure out what would be the best stuff for him. I got some fever reducers because he was really warm. Have you taken his temperature yet?"

Kie filled JJ in and he immediately started getting John B set up with medicine. 

"Thank you, guys," John B croaked. "I-I'm sorry I'm like this-"

"It's not your fault and we're happy to be here for you," I said. 

All the others agreed. 

We spent the next four days taking turns getting John B's fever to break only for it to rise again a few hours later. At the end of the fourth day it finally broke for good. 

John B came out of the haze that he was in and it was then that I realized how different he was when he was sick. He thanked us all extensively for helping him. Over the next few days his voice was still a little hoarse and he was a little sneezy, but he was okay.