11-11-2016, 04:05 PM
Max was a little unsure whta his mate's response implied. He hurried after Irwin and got to the toilet. He caught up with him just before he got into the toilet, his hand covering his mouth and his face very pale. Max half carried him to the toilet and imediately Irwin started throwing up. He sweated with how his stomach squeezed itself tight, cramping when there wasnt any content left. Max rubbed his back to sooth him, pulling back his hair and knelt down beside him. When he finally finished, Max handed him a cup of water to rinse and flushed away the puke. Irwin leant heavily towards Max, still panting hard. Max looked at him with worry, brows furrowed tight how how serious the nauseousness was.