Room 357 / Currently rewriting

Chapter 6

TRIGGER WARNING!! Mental and physical abuse!!! Mention of self harm! Please do not read if these things trigger you <3
Also I'm rewriting at the moment, which is the cause for the sudden shift in POV

Zak and Darryl were getting ready for their second period gym class in the boy's locker room. As they dressed into their gym clothes, Darryl found his eyes wandering to Zak's back and hips. The black haired male's shirt was off, which in reality must have made this seem like a strange situation, but Darryl swore to himself up and down that he was simply concerned about his friend's health. He was still recovering, after all.

"Hey, Zak? You should really take it easy today, alright? You're still healing from all the surgery and bed rest, so just make sure to stretch properly." Darryl's words were soft, and quiet as to not attract any more attention to himself than needed. After he spoke, he caught a glimpse of consideration in Zak's somewhat unreadable expression right before he walked away to speak to one of his friends, leaving Darryl behind.

"Sap, I need to you to make me throw up." Zak's words shut the entire locker room up. Especially Darryl. Though, the others in their class seemed quiet, not in shock, but in complete understanding and curiosity. They were all waiting for what Sapnap was going to do, and Darryl started to become concerned.

Zak sat down on a nearby bench as a few of the guys went to work, compiling all of their old banana peels, spit, tomato sauce, and every atrocity known to man they'd been keeping in their locker room lockers for goodness knows how long.

After a few minutes of hard work, Sapnap presented Zak with their finished product in a red solo cup, cringing as he handed it to him.

"Good luck, man. Coach should walk in any minute." Sapnap's words were full of pity and concern, though it was clear there was amusement in it.

Darryl immediately sat at Zak's side, giving him a look that could immediately be read by only the man in front of him. A look that indicated concern. The others must've seen this, since a guy known as 'Dream' came up to Darryl and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine, man. Pretty much everyone's done it before, and it works every time."

Darryl sat slightly in shock, oblivious as to what might happen next. And good lord did he wish he had stayed ignorant. Because as soon as their gym teacher walked into the locker room to tell everyone to hurry up, Zak chugged every last drop of the mix in the cup. Darryl nearly gagged just from watching, and he covered his mouth.

Zak wasn't as lucky, and he ended up immediately vomiting on the tiled floors. Their gym teacher ran over, obviously concerned, and tricked.

"Ah, coach! He was just talking about how sick he felt. It must be all the drugs from the hospital right?" Sapnap said, speaking loudly and confidently.

With a nod, the coach rubbed Zak's back.

"Alright, Ahmed. Take it easy, young man. Go head to the office with Davidson and come back when you're feeling better." He said clearly, compassion somewhat lost in his stern tone.

Which was probably the worst thing that could happen today.

"Okay okay settle down boys. Zak, get up. You're going to the office to call home. Dave can you escort him please?" Mr. Howell asked, glancing over at Dave, who was known as Technoblade to the basketball team and almost everyone else in this school. Calling him Dave meant you're either close with him or have a death wish.

"Oh actually could Daryl take me?" Zak asked, putting on his best shaky voice to sell the whole sick act.

"No. Dave's grade is much better than Daryl's so he gets to skip class today"