@anonyony1 asked for Jax sick to his stomach at an amusement park: tumblr ate the ask but here you go!
“C'mon!” Kal yells excitedly, jumping off one ride and immediately running for the next.
“God, Kal, what happened to getting motion sick?” Jax groans, struggling off his seat whilst trying to keep his stomach where it should be. He isn’t one to get sick on rides, but for some reason his stomach feels really upset today.
“Pills!” Kal shouts, earning him a few weary and disapproving looks from the people around them. Now he says it, Jax remembers Kal’s bright idea of taking his motion sickness pills for their day out at the amusement park. Well, it seems to have worked anyway. He nearly forgot- his mind doesn’t seem to be working quite right.
“Kal, wait for me…” Jax groans, staggering off the ride, trying his best not to look like he’s clutching his stomach under his top. He can’t understand why he feels so bad.
Kal sighs and hangs back as the ride operator shuts the gate in front of him. He pouts at Jax, before his face lights up.
“If we run we can catch that roller coaster over there!” Kal exclaims, grabbing Jax’s hand and tugging him toward a huge blue thing with multiple loops that makes Jax’s stomach lurch just looking at it. Combined with the sharp abrupt motion of Kal tugging him away, Jax very nearly looses it. He can’t remember ever feeling this queasy- with that awful sloshing sensation deep inside his belly. If this is how Kal feels on every car journey, then maybe he should cut him a bit more slack with the sarcastic moody comments.
A wet belch erupts from his stomach, and he feels something hot his throat. He manages to stifle it, but it tastes awful.
“Kal- stop…” he manages, shutting his eyes and holding his abused stomach with both hands as Kal lets go of him.
“I’m really not… feeling so great…” Jax says thickly, doubling over with a groan. “I don’t *ulllpp* feel well at all…”
Kal suddenly becomes serious. “Bloody hell, you can’t puke here Jax, at least get to a toil-”
*Heurrrllllllkkkkk* followed by a heavy splat on the tarmac beneath them is all the answer Jax gives him. “Oh no, I- ” he stammers, before he is cut of with another thick wave of
sick. The sight of it splattering the pavement just makes him heave again. The sun bearing down on his hitching back just makes him all the more queasy.
“I…*ughhh* I need to sit down…” Jax moans, rubbing at his stomach uneasily “But I’m not done…”
“God…” Kal mutters, before grabbing hold of Jax and gently pulling him to a bench. Jax collapses onto it and hangs his head between his knees panting heavily and moaning with a queasy belch.
He burps before another wave of sick lands on the pavement beneath him. He heaves over and over, retching hard until he manages to produce another thick gush of brown liquidy substance.
“Kal, I don’t feel good, I think we need to go home…” Jax moans, putting a hand over his unhappy stomach.
“It’s ok, I’ll get you a drink and you might feel a bit better now we’re in the shade. You don’t have to go on anymore rides if you don’t feel up to it.”
The mention of rides has poor Jax’s stomach lurching again. He shakes his head.
“It’s not that… I think it might of been that…*hurrlllppp* burger…” Jax groans miserably, holding his stomach and grimacing.
“Ohh god…” Kal says, recalling the greasy unappetising burger that Jax had off a food stand. Jax also seems to recall the moment, and it has him rocking forward with another wretched heave. Kal rubs his back soothingly.
“Oh god Jax, I told you not to eat that…” Kal says, but doesn’t have the heart to lecture him when he’s feeling this bad. “Let’s get you a bucket and then we’re going home.”