timmy said in the recent snack wars video that something doesnt agree w his system
what abt a sickfic WITHOUT the other end but of him and austin after the thing
Timothee’s stomach was killing him. The few spicy foods he had surely were the culprit. He had eaten a Twinkie once the video was over to try to settle his stomach. Thinking it would have helped.
By the time Timothee and Austin get back to the hotel. Timothee’s stomach hurts even worse.
"I barely ate the spicy stuff and my stomach hurts like hell," Timothee whined once they reached their room. Timothee was grateful he wouldn't be alone when he felt so miserable.
Austin frowned "You only had like one hot Cheeto? How is it possible that one hot Cheeto could cause you to feel so sick?" Austin asked worriedly.
Timothee groaned "I don't think the other snacks helped. I think it made it worse."
Austin helped Timothee into the bathroom where Timothee kneeled in front of the open toilet bowl. He wrapped his arms around his stomach. He could feel his stomach gurgling and bubbling under his arms. Austin lightly rubbed his back.
Timothee tried to focus on his breathing and not on the fact that he might be on the verge of puking.
“Want me to get your dad?” Austin asked
Timothee shook his head and burped. “I’ll be alright.” He said softly.
Austin knew he wasn’t ok and stayed by his side as Timothee took deep shaking breaths. Timothee groaned and gagged harshly. Oh how he hated the feeling of being sick.
“Tim let it happen. You’ll feel better.” Austin said concerned as Timothee kept gagging but bringing nothing up.
Timothee coughed and gagged harshly. His stomach swirling and aching. Finally he gagged and proceeded to bring up the food that had been causing his stomach to hurt so badly. It hurt worse coming up.
Timothee whined and gagged again. This one wasn’t as productive as the harsher one before it.
Austin grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe his mouth.
Timothee coughed slowly he moved his arms away from his stomach so he could stand up.
Austin tossed the toilet paper into the trash,
Austin grabbed a small cup and filled it with water to give to Timothee.
Timothee took it as he leaned against the sink. He rinsed out his mouth and sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair.
“I look like a wreck.” Timothee said as he looked at himself in the mirror.
“You look exhausted let’s have you get into bed.” Austin told him.
Timothee nodded and let Austin help him get into bed.
Austin grabbed a towel and the hotel room trash can to set up next to Timothee’s bed.
“Can you keep me company?” Timothee asked as he got comfy under the blankets.
Austin nodded “sure thing. Just get some rest.”
After a few days of rest Timothee felt much better.
Here you are Anonymous! Sorry it’s so short 😅
