Outer Banks Sickfics

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Third Person POV

The pogues were wandering around the town of Kildare looking for something to amuse them. They had heard from a couple of other pogues that there was this really cool abandoned farmhouse a couple miles from the chateau. 

They decided to walk because they had nothing to do and they wanted something to take up their whole day. JJ had a speaker in his backpack blasting music as the group made their way to their destination. 

Sarah and John B were holding hands and Pope was giving Kie a piggy-back ride. They were close to the abandoned farmhouse and John B and JJ were getting antsy. 

"Come on, you guys walk so slow," JJ complained. 

John B agreed, "If you walked any slower I'd be legitimately concerned for your health."

"May I remind you all that I am walking with an entire human being on my back?" Pope argued. "We have all day, just take it easy."

JJ shot John B a smirk. He shook his legs out and then yelled, "RACE YOU THERE, JB!" He took off sprinting. 

Without a moment's hesitation, John B let go of Sarah's hand and darted after JJ. The remaining three could hear the two boys whooping and hollering and laughing as they ran. 

John B got there first, but only by a few seconds. JJ cursed as he stopped next to John B. 

"You can't outrun the king, baby," John B said. 

JJ rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's check it out."

"Shouldn't we wait for everyone?" John B asked. 

"You think we ran all the way here just to wait for everyone to show up to start checkin' shit out? Yeah right," JJ laughed to himself and started wandering around the farmhouse. 

One thing that John B noticed was as soon as he stepped into the farmhouse an intense tickle struck his nose. He rubbed at it, hoping the tickle would dissipate but it didn't. John B turned to the side and sneezed into his elbow once. 

"Bless you, JB!"

"Thanks, JJ," John B called back. 

He walked to where JJ was. He was in a different room with a ton of furniture all beat up and covered in dust. John B felt the buzzing sensation in his nose increase tenfold as he looked at the dust covering the room. 

"JJ..." John B's voice got low. 

JJ ignored him, "Dude, look at this shit." He had started digging through the drawers of a dresser and pulled out a handful of antique photos. John B stepped up next to him and immediately sneezed twice into his arm. "Bless you. Look at how cool these are. You ever seen that John Mulaney special? Where he talks about how antique photos are the only thing you can never replace?"

John B didn't answer. Instead, he pitched forward and sneezed three more times. 

"Bless you, dude. What's wrong with you?" JJ asked. 

"I don't know," John B said. He sniffled and rubbed at his nose. "Something in this house is fucking me up though."

JJ slammed the dresser drawer shut and sent a faint cloud of dust into the air. John B's breath hitched noticeably and JJ laughed out loud at it. "What the hell is up with you, man? I haven't seen you like this since we were at that house party and someone had a cat."

John B's nose wrinkled at the thought. "Don't even mention that right now."

Just after John B sneezed again, the two boys heard the others coming in through the front door. 

"JJ? John B? Where are you guys?" Pope's voice called. 

JJ and John B wandered to the front of the house and met up with their friends. 

"This place is so cool," JJ immediately started, "I found these dope ass antique pictures and I bet they've got a ton of cool junk upstairs! We've only been in a couple of rooms so far, but-"

John B cut JJ off with three sneezes and an uncomfortable sounding throat clear. 

"Bless you," Sarah said. 

John B was incredibly grateful when JJ didn't mention the fact that he'd been sneezing since they got there a few minutes ago. He noticed that his throat was starting to become itchy as well and that was not a good sign. Still, he kept wandering through the house with everyone. He tried to stave off his sneezes as much as possible but it was getting hard. 

After John B sneezed about six more times in two sets of three, he was starting to gain attention. 

"Bless you, John B, are you okay?" Kie asked.

John B nodded. "Yeah, must be some pollen or something." He tried to clear his throat again but it just irritated it to the point where he had to cough. "Sorry."

His voice had become wrecked in a matter of minutes. 

Pope was looking at something on a dresser when he picked his hand up from the piece of furniture. He turned around and showed his dust-coated hand to the others. "Uhh, guys. I think we need to get John B out of here," Pope said. 

"What's wrong, Pope?" Kie asked. 

Pope clapped the dust off of his hands and everyone's eyes set on John B as he sneezed an impressive five times in a row. He sniffled thickly and then groaned. 

John B moaned, "I need a tissue."

"Yeah, and some zyrtec. Come on, we're getting out of here," Sarah said. She looped her arm through his and guided him downstairs and out of the house. 

Sarah couldn't believe how quickly John B had become so congested. 

"I don't think I've ever been anywhere so dusty," John B croaked. His breathing was becoming wheezy and Sarah started to panic. 

"We should've driven," she worried aloud, "it's gonna take hours to get you back to the chateau!" 

Pope, Kie, and JJ exited the house. John B let out a wheezy cough and the color left everyone's faces including his own. They knew that this was not good. 

"What do we do?" JJ asked. "We've got no cell service and no car."

John B rasped, "I think if I walk all the way back I'll die."

Pope sighed. "All right. Hop on my back." John B gave him a weird look. "Do you want me to carry you bridal style?"

"I don't want to sneeze on you," John B said. He went to rub at his eyes but Kie grabbed his hands before he could do so. 

"JB, I don't care right now. We're all disgusting and sweaty and dusty right now it doesn't matter. Now get on my back before you stop breathing," Pope ordered. 

John B sneezed four times and then was about to get on Pope's back when JJ interrupted. "Wait, let's pour some water on his face, get the dust mites off."

John B agreed and let JJ soak his face. It ended up helping quite a bit. They made it back to the chateau without John B dying. However, they did have to stop a few times for him to have a sneezing fit or two. Fortunately, Kie had some tissues in her backpack. 

They lasted right up until they reached the chateau. They raced inside and Sarah raided John B's cabinets trying to find his zyrtec. Once she finally found it she got John B a glass of water and had him take the pill. 

The rest of the day was spent by the group blessing John B and them watching tv together. It wasn't the most exciting thing to do but it was better than John B dying from lack of oxygen in an abandoned farmhouse.