Outer Banks Sickfics

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Third Person POV

John Bucker Routledge was not someone who was known for getting motion sick. In fact, John Bucker Routledge was proud of the fact that he didn't get seasick, carsick, airsick, he didn't throw up on roller coasters or anything. 

Until this one day. The pogues were driving in John B's van around Kildare. They had nothing to do that day other than drive around. Kie was at the wheel with JJ in the passenger seat. JJ and Pope and Sarah were sharing a joint. John B was laid down in the back of the van trying to calm his stomach. 

As soon as he started becoming nauseous he shut his mouth instantly. He quieted down and kept to himself and tried scrolling through Instagram to distract himself but all the words made his nausea even worse. John B knew that he could've said something and his friends wouldn't be mad at him, but he just couldn't bring himself to say that he was getting carsick. He almost didn't believe it himself. 

They had been driving for a while when John B started contemplating telling everyone that he wasn't feeling well. He definitely felt like if he was going to sit up and speak that he would puke his guts out and he didn't want that, especially in his own van. 

However, a windy and bumpy road changed his mind. The winding road was starting to make him dizzy and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. 

"Guys," John B's quiet yet broken voice called out. "Guys, I don't feel well...I feel like shit, actually. I think I'm gonna throw up."

Everyone immediately started fussing over him. Pope and Sarah started coming towards him but John B pushed them away and told them to give him space. 

"You got a tummyache, bubba?" Sarah asked. John B nodded slightly. "Aww, poor baby."

JJ suggested, "Hey man, just take it easy. Rela-"

"Don't tell me to fucking relax, JJ. Telling me to relax makes it worse and I swear to god I'll fist fight whoever tells me to do so," John B rushed out before groaning at the discomfort in his stomach. 

Everyone pretty much shut up after that. Kie tried to drive as carefully as she could back to the chateau. They were only a couple of miles away from it when John B had announced he wasn't doing too hot so they decided to just turn back and see how he was doing. 

The van eventually pulled up to the chateau and John B stumbled out, sitting on the ground with his head between his knees. He was breathing deeply and every time someone tried to approach him he would start hyperventilating. The group left him alone for a few minutes to try and let him pull himself together. 

"You need me to pull the trigg, bro?" JJ asked. 

John B shook his head. "Literally don't come fucking anywhere near me or I'll actually murder you."

It wouldn't have been the first time one of the pogues had had to pull the trigger for another pogue. It happened semi-frequently when they'd drink more alcohol in the summer, but it never really happened when someone was sick. John B was mortified at the thought of JJ asking him that and he wished he would never ask him again. 

But part of John B just wanted to throw up. He wanted some relief. He didn't want his stomach to feel like it was exploding over and over and over again. Eventually, he did. 

Kiara winced and Sarah frowned, wishing he would let her be by his side. JJ stepped over to John B and started rubbing his back. Pope tried to distract the girls. It didn't work. They watched as John B got sick a couple more times. 

When he was finally sure he was done, he let Sarah come over and sit with him. She sat down and had him lay down with his head in her lap. 

"Sorry about ruining the drive," John B murmured. 

Sarah scoffed, "You didn't ruin anything, John B." 

She started stroking John B's hair and gently massaging his temples. As her hands made contact with his forehead, she realized that there was a decent amount of heat coming off of him. 

"John B, I think you have a fever," Sarah said. "Pope, come feel his forehead." She gently forced John B into a sitting position. 

Pope walked over to the two of them and laid his hand on John B's cheek. "Hmm. He does feel warm. Kie, come see."

Now Kie was touching John B all over his face. 

"Yeah, I think you're right," she said. 

John B rolled his eyes. "Hey, JJ, you're the only one who hasn't felt up my face are you sure you don't want to?"

"Shut up, John B," Kie rolled her eyes right back. "We're just trying to help you."

"Well sorry if I'm a little frustrated and I don't enjoy everyone's hands all over me," John B explained. 

Sarah intertwined her fingers with his to try and calm him down. It worked. John B turned to her and smiled softly. The smile was soon cut short by a twisting feeling in John B's stomach. He winced and folded in on himself. 

"Come on, let's get you inside and get some Pepto Bismol in you."