Greetings, people. I have returned with another angsty fanfiction because why the hell not?
So, this one is for some pretty average show on Nick called Ollie's Pack. Now, I'm not 100% sure, but I think it premiered around April. It's about this boi named Ollie who becomes the chosen one of a pack, which is a portal to an alternative universe called the monster verse. Joining him are his two best friends Ron and Hermione, and together they battle any monster that comes out of the pack.
Jk their names are Cleo and Bernie.
Just a bit of a warning, almost all of the characters are going to be a little ooc. I'm going to try and make Ollie a bit more likable and CW less annoying. Also, the pack itself isn't a major plot point at the moment, but I'll try to find some way to make it into one.
June Allen was terrified.
Her knuckles turned white from clasping the steering wheel as she sped down the highway, making it her highest priority to make it to the school as fast as possible. She didn't care if she was speeding, she didn't care if people were honking their horns and screaming, she only cared about making it to the school.
It was horrifying. Piper suddenly dashing into her bedroom, waving the phone madly while urgently yelling. While her words sounded all jumbled up due to her being upset, she did make out two words that made her blood freeze.
Ollie and hospital.
"Hi, erm, Miss. Allen? This is the school nurse. It appears that your son is having an allergic reaction from something that he ate, although we can't confirm what it was. While we deal with allergic reactions a lot here, Oliver's case seems to require medical assistance, so I'd advise you to get here as soon as you can."
In the background, June could hear noises. It like sounded harsh and rattly wheezing, as if somebody was having trouble breathing. Replaying the voice message again, she picked up the sounds of dry coughing and weak panting...
It didn't take long to realize that it was Ollie. Ollie was coughing and wheezing. He was suffering.
He was suffocating.
She moved so fast that she wasn't even sure if she had locked her shop. Did Piper do it? You know what, fuck the shop. There were more important things at hand at the moment, and a measly shop was the least of her worries. Even Pyper could see the seriousness of the situation. The 10-year-old had quietly nestled herself into the passenger seat, her pupils were shrunken in distress.
"Mama?"
Her once loud and boisterous voice now came out as weak and fragile, wavering with every word. She looked at her mom through the rearview mirror.
Mama...she called her mama. She only did that when she was scared. Swallowing back her worries, she put on a strong face for her daughter. "Yeah, pumpkin?"
"Is Ollie going to the hospital? O-on an ambulance? "
"I'm afraid so, sweetie," June nodded with a sad smile. "Don't worry. The doctors know what they're doing, they'll have Ollie bouncing back before you know it."
She was beginning to talk more to herself. She needed the assurance just as much as Pyper.
"Ollie doesn't like ambulances. " the girl mumbled before slipping back into the silence.
"...I know, sweetie. I know. But...sometimes you have to do something you don't want to do. That's just how life works. "
"Is he gonna be okay? "
"Well...let's hope for the best."
She couldn't sugarcoat something like that, especially since she had no idea herself. The only thing they could do at the moment was hope.
Upon finally arriving at the middle school, June hastily pulled her seatbelt off and instructing Pyper to do the same. She felt like she was going to need the young one's help when they brought Ollie outside.
Two pairs of shoes thundered against the hallway floors, pushing aside anyone that was blocking their way. They'd apologize later, maybe, but it would have to wait.
They burst into the nurse's office, breathing heavily from running so fast. They didn't expect to see what they did.
Cleo and Bernie were there, Bernie hyperventilating in a corner from all of the panic, while Cleo was beating Ollie in the back as an attempt to clear his airway. She thought that he was choking.
Her son was on the gurney, his arms covered with dark red blemishes. (And they seemed to go further than his arms as well.) He was wheezing, with loud barking coughs in between every second. He was trying to say something, but it was clear that he was struggling. His eyes wandered over to the doorway and widened when he saw his family. He instantly made hands out for them, mumbling incoherent and raspy nonsense.
"Ollie..."
Throwing her bag on the floor, the mother of two ran over, getting on her knees to reach his height. "O-oh Gawd, pumpkin, i-it's alright. I'm h-here," she assured quietly, trying to blink back the tears that welled up behind her eyes. "It's gonna be okay, Oll, we're gonna get you to a hospital, o-okay? "
"Nnngh..."
"We don't know what happened, Ms. Allen," Cleo began, running a hand nervously through her hair. "He was eating and then all of a sudden h-he started to cough!"
"That's alright dear, that's alright," June sighed. "The doctors should be able to figure out what happened. "
Ollie gave a keen whine, prompting June to hurry up and leave. She quickly put her arm under his legs while the other supported his back before gingerly lifting him. "I know, pumpkin, I know. Just hang in there, okay? Where's your stuff? "
"It's still in the classroom, " Cleo informed, hopping off of the small bed. "Don't worry, I'll get it."
She ruffled Pyper's hair on the way out, dashing out into the hallway. The girl had been biting her nails, watching the scene play out in front of her. Poor thing...she'd probably be traumatized for life.
"Tell her to meet us outside, " June mumbled to the nurse, tightening her hold on Ollie. Glancing down at him, she saw that the boy could barely keep his eyes open, and his wheezing began to quiet down. It looked like he was giving up, and the sight made her heart race.
"Pyper, let's go."
Running with a 109 lb boy in her arms was proven harder than she thought. She had to be quick, but she couldn't jostle him up so much to the point where she could make his condition worse. Thankfully, everyone learned their lessons for the halls were now clear.
"Don't fall asleep, pumpkin, "she whispered pleadingly, knowing that her words fell on deaf or nearly unconscious ears. Ollie already had his head rested on her chest, only coughing every few minutes.
They made it outside, Pyper skipping down the steps as June carefully walked down. She carefully sat on the ground with Ollie in her arms, crossing her legs.
"What now, mama?"
June looked up at Pyper, who anxiously bounced up and down. There was a decision she had to make, fast. She could take Ollie to the hospital herself, but there wouldn't be any medical supplies. What would she do if worse came to worse on the ride there? As much as she hated to think it, with Ollie's shallow breathing, the possibility seemed likely. No, she needed an ambulance. It would be quicker.
"Pyper, sweetie, do you have your phone with you? " June asked her. Pyper slowly nodded with a confused expression.
"Give it to me."
Pyper did as she was instructed on beat, handing her mother the device. "Who are you gonna call? "
"An ambulance, love."
"M-mm-hmm."
"Just hang in there Ollie, please," she repeated, caressing his cheek as she urgently dialed the emergency services on the phone. Her reply from Ollie was just another, quiet whine. Her clammy fingers fumbled while dialing the numbers since she was also multitasking with trying to keep Ollie awake.
"911, what's your emergency?"
She calmed her nerves down with a deep breath. "M-my son's having an allergic reaction to something he ate at school."
"Okay, just how bad is it? Is he having difficulty breathing?"
"Um, yeah, yeah. H-he has these red blotches all over him, it might be a nut allergy..."
"What's your location?"
"Portshill Jr. High, we're right outside in the courtyard."
"And what's your name?"
"June Allen."
"And your son?"
"O-Ollie Allen."
"We've sent help, mam, just stay on the line."
With a nod, June put the phone on speaker before placing it on the ground. There could be something said that the children probably didn't need to hear, but oh well. The boy's eyes were closed, but his chest still rose and fell at a labored pace. He was pale, and she knew that it wasn't from the sun's lighting. On further investigation, she saw that his lips were turning blue...
His lips were turning blue.
She quickly laid the boy against the wall, only for him to slouch down, a small shudder leaving his lips.
"Ollie? Ollie, don't fall asleep, hon, wake up!"
"I can't...ngh...breathe..."
That said, he abruptly began to gasp for air, clutching at his throat. It was painful, she knew it was; the air was leaving him just fine, but it simply refused to come back in. Speaking full sentences was only enhancing it. While him slowly regaining consciousness was a good thing, the desperate gasps certainly weren't. Panic now filled his voice, a stressed expression on his face.
"I-I know, sweetie, j-just-"
"I-it hurts!"
His voice broke near the end of his sentence, doubling over on the ground as his chokes and gasps became more aggressive.
"M-Mama, do something..."
Pyper was in tears now, and crying was something that she hadn't done since she was five. For a girl with such tough skin to cry, from hearing her son cry out in pain, it tore June's heart into pieces.
"I-I..."
"Mama, he's hurting, you gotta help him!"
"I can't...breathe, mom... please..."
"Ollie, help is on the way, pumpkin... I know it's hard, I know, but please, just a few more minutes, just a bit longer-"
"Mom, no! He's gonna die, HE CAN'T BREATHE, DO SOMETHING!" Pyper screamed, biting down on her finger to hold on to the rest of her sanity.
"Pyper!" June hissed lightly at her daughter's poorly chosen words. It only increased Ollie's panic.
"I-I'm gonna..."
"No sweetie, you're not, your sister's just scared! You're gonna be okay, I promise."
The sounds of a Q-Siren rang through the streets, and June had never felt so relieved than right now. As the ambulance neared them, she made out the words emergency care. So this was pretty serious. "S-see, pumpkin? Those are the sirens, help is here! You're gonna be alright, you're gonna live. C-come here."
Ollie weakly wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, allowing her to pick him up once again. He could hear the sirens as well. Maybe he wasn't going to die after all... hopefully, he would only need a couple of shots, and then he could go home right away. He wished that was the case. Ambulances were his least favorite things to deal with, other than geese.
Unbeknownst to the Allen family, the sirens had attracted the attention of the whole school. Slowly, students and faculty members began to walk outside, curious about what was going on. Cleo ran out the doors at lightning speed, Ollie's stuff gathered in her hands. "Oll! I got your stuff..."
The purple-haired girl trailed off at the sounds of sirens before looking at the ragdoll like Ollie in June's arms. "Oh..."
She didn't know what else to say. She was scared, seeing her normally active friend so weak and vulnerable. Just what exactly could she say at such an unnerving predicament? "I-I brought his stuff..."
"Thank you, Cleo. Just lie it on the ground, I'll pick it up in a moment." June faked a smile. Ollie was trying to hide by curling into her, she noticed. Looking around, she couldn't blame him; this was practically the entire school. She stroked his hair in an attempt to calm him down, whispering comforting words into his ear. He was still struggling to breathe but was trying to hold back his coughs when he realized that there was a good chance that Ivy was amongst the crowd.
The ambulance came at last. Before she knew it, June found herself reluctantly handing her son over to a bunch of strangers...a bunch of strangers who could help him. Ollie objected at once, trying to get away from the nurses and reaching out for June. With a sad smile, June said, "It's okay, Ollie. They're not going to hurt you."
She decided to leave Pyper with Cleo. She was the only one she trusted with her little girl. Cleo was a very responsible person, and she had all of her emergency numbers. Pyper would be fine.
"Don't worry, Ms. Allen, I'll look after her." June nodded with a sigh, knowing that she would have to call her mom to take her home. Pyper agreed though it was clear that she wanted to come with. Maybe another time. She watched the EMTs lift her brother onto a stretcher before hauling him into the ambulance, telling her mother to come with. Slinging Ollie's bag onto her shoulder, she hopped in. The ambulance then drove off. The school was quiet with shock and confusion, trying to understand what had just gone down.
"Ollie's gonna be alright, Pyper," Cleo smiled at her, her hands on her shoulders. "They're probably gonna give him a little shot, and then he'll be good to go!"
"For the spots on his arms?"
"Mmm-hmm. I think he just had an allergic reaction to some peanuts, it must've been in today's slop."
"Ollie's not allergic to peanuts... "
"Oh."
To Cleo's surprise, Ivy, the chocolate-haired girl that Ollie had a major crush on, walked up to her, watching the ambulance speed down the road. "Wow... Ollie's going to the hospital?"
"Um, yes, there aren't too many places he could go in an ambulance."
She didn't mean to snark at Ivy like so. She was always rude whenever she was scared or worried, and she was both in this case. Was Ollie dying? Would he need intensive care? And while there were some other problems that may grow if ignored, like the pack, for example, Cleo couldn't bring herself to think of that. Her friend was taken away by an ambulance. How could she? Ivy ignored the last half of the remark.
"What happened?"
"Hell- I mean- heck if I know. Everybody keeps saying that he had an allergic reaction to today's lunch, but they can't tell what it was exactly in the lunch that caused it. Why do you care?" Cleo asked, raising a brow.
"The dork's my friend, duh. Just because I think he's a goof doesn't mean I... don't care about him...as a friend! So, uh, is he going to be okay? "
"Guess so." Cleo scoffed. She could see straight through Ivy's lies. She didn't care about Ollie, not one bit. There was probably some science project coming up, and she just wanted Ollie to find a new monster to observe. She's so... shallow. Cleo could never see why her impulsive friend liked such a cold, emotionless bitch-
"Okay, everyone!" VP Magna's voice boomed, interrupting the loud chatter amongst the students about what had happened to Ollie. "I know that recent events were... rather concerning, but may I remind you that school is still in session. "
That said, everybody groaned while Cleo and Pyper cast the adult pissed looks.
Tucker spoke up, adjusting his collar, "But VP Magna, shouldn't we talk about what just happened? It's clear that Ollie had some kind of an allergic response at lunch. I think that we should have, what, a-a PSA about food allergies? Something!"
"Wait, the lunch sent Allen to the hospital?"
"Oh my God, they're trying to poison us?!"
"Can I go to the nurse?!"
An outburst of accusations and concerns came from the crowd, some speeding behind bushes to lose their lunch in repugnance.
"I don't get paid enough for this..." Magna groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine! We'll have a PSA about food safety-"
"Food allergies!"
"Whatever, what he said! I'd like everyone to go into the lunchroom, now!"
The students slowly obliged as they piled into the school, Ivy giving one last glance at Cleo before leaving.
"Can we go home now?" Pyper murmured to the 14-year-old.
"Yeah, yeah. Just let me go to the principal so I have permission to leave. Can you wait in the office?" Cleo asked, hands on her knees. Pyper nodded.
"Thanks. It shouldn't be too long, okay? Come on,"
Grabbing the girl's hand, she led her inside of the building before dropping her off in the office. After telling her that she was going to talk to Magna in the lunchroom, and getting her promise that she would stay put, Cleo made her way to her destination.
"CLEO! CLEO!"
A squeaky, childish voice was calling her name. Cleo stopped by a water fountain and turned around to see a distressed Bernie running towards her. "I-I heard sirens, what happened?!"
"Oll was taken by an ambulance, he's going to the hospital. Since his mom came with him, somebody has to watch Pyper while she's away."
"A b-babysitter?"
"Me, you dodo. I'm on my way to the lunchroom to get checked out, then I'm gonna get my stuff and go. I suggest you get down there, too, some PSA is going on in there."
"But what am I supposed to do?!"
"Hmm?"
Cleo began to walk side by side with Bernie, wondering what he was going to go on about this time.
"Ollie's at the hospital, which is already freaking me out, but then you're leaving too, a-and I won't have anybody to-"
"Bernie, listen. There's only three hours of school left, two if you don't count the film club. Like, I know you're scared and all, and I am too, but you gotta calm down. You see me every day, right? You can survive without me for two more hours, and then when you get out of here, we'll go visit Ollie, maybe even bring him some McDonald's if he's up for it. "
"Mmrph... okay...but I'm still worried about Ollie."
"Aren't we all? Now, if you're finished, I have to go. Pyper's waiting for me in the office, and I'm wasting time."
"I'm done for now."
"Ugh, good enough. See you later, then!"
With a wave, Cleo ran off, leaving Bernie behind.
"Really? Was that necessary? We're... we're going to the same place..." Bernie grumbled to himself in disbelief. He walked either way. He never liked those PSA things, the actors were so bland and cringy, and they played the most overdramatic music over the littlest things. It wasn't a grade, was it? Oh...maybe he should've asked Cleo that earlier...
"I need to go home."
Cleo stormed right up to where Magna was sitting. He was struggling with trying to get the laptop to work, mindlessly tapping button combinations and praying for it to work. He gave Cleo a skeptical look. "Look, if this is about whether the lunch was poisonous or not, I can assure that-"
"No, no, no. Well, I was thinking that, and I'm probably never going to eat anything that comes from here again, but that's not the issue," Cleo chuckled sheepishly. "See, since Ms. Allen went with Ollie to the hospital, she asked me to go home and watch Pyper since she's, y'know, a kid. So, can you check me out so I can get out of here?"
"Mmm," Magna hummed, pulling out a slip from his pocket. Did he randomly keep those things with him? Clicking his pen, he began to write on the slip. "How long will you be out, Miss Badette?"
"I dunno. Whenever Ollie begins to recover, I guess."
"Thanks for being specific." Magna rolled his eyes before handing Cleo the paper. "Don't think you're getting out of any homework assignments. And since you're helping his family out, you wouldn't mind doing Allen's work as well, would you?"
"Oh no, I'm thrilled to be given such an opportunity." Cleo snarked with a leer. "Alright, I'm out." with a peace sign, she began to skip out of the lunchroom while humming. She hoped Pyper wouldn't be too upset for her taking so long. If only Bernie hadn't stopped her...
After getting all of her stuff, she made her way to the office. Pyper was still there, thankfully, fiddling with her bracelets while bouncing her leg.
"Alright, kid, I'm ready."
"Kay." Pyper got off of the bench and went to Cleo, grabbing her extended hand. "Are we going home?"
"I was thinking of going to the dollar store real quick to get some stickers and crap. We could make Ollie some cards if you want."
"Yeah."
Pyper was usually talking non-stop, but now she was as quiet as a mouse. Was she that shaken up?
"And maybe... later, I could ask my mom to drive us to the hospital so we can see Ollie ourselves. We'd have to wait for Bernie, but-"
"Really? We can do that?" Pyper brightened up slightly on the way out of the school.
"If he's allowed to have visitors, then yeah," Cleo confirmed.
"Let's go to the store, then! I'm gonna get him that sword pen he wanted the other day! Mom said it was too expensive, but it was only $10. Mom can be weird sometimes..."
The talking problem seemed to be solved. With a smirk, Cleo returned, "You should be used to it, Pyper, weirdness runs in your family."
"Eh, I know."
So, this idea came to me randomly at night...which was also the time of day when I wrote this. I'm pretty sure this is the first fanfiction for this show as well. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and stuffs!