The voices around the campfire blend together, creating a beautiful sound. Even if not everyone was on key, you could hear the happiness in everyone’s voices and can sense how much fun everyone is having.
Usually, that sense of familiarity would be enough to get Will singing with the rest of them, even if he didn’t really inherit his dad’s musical skills. Today though, he stays quiet as everyone else sings around him.
He had been feeling nauseous and sick all day and the smell of marshmallows roasting wasn’t exactly doing him any favours. Will was almost certain that opening his mouth for whatever reason wouldn’t end well for anyone involved. Thus, no singing.
The singing continues on for a few minutes, switching from one corny campfire song to another, when all of a sudden Will’s doubled over, vomiting between his feet.
The singing halts immediately as he hiccups before throwing up again. The campers around him had mostly shuffled away, leaving him to his misery. There’s a hand on his shoulder though, and although he’s not sure who it is, he takes comfort in it and leans into the touch. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get his stomach to calm down.
“Will?” Chiron’s voice calls from just behind him. His hand was still on Will's shoulder, keeping him from falling over.
Will opens his eyes again, starting to panic as he sees everyone staring at him, some with sympathy but most with disgust. He flushes red, looking down and trying to ignore the puddle of vomit between his shoes.
He hears Chiron call somebody over and a couple seconds later a dude with blue hair and piercings is standing beside him. “Max, Austin, can you two take Will to the infirmary?”
“Yeah, course,” the blue haired guy, Max, nods. Austin says something similar, grabbing Will’s arm and pulling him up.
“Come on, bud. Let’s go. Just don’t puke on me,” Austin laughs. Will flushes red again and doesn’t respond. “I’m just messing you with, man.”
Will nods, letting the two lead him over to the infirmary.
