“Coughing syrup?” Chas was pretty sure he had nothing of the likes on him, but nevertheless patted all of his numerous pockets before pulling a face and shaking his head. “…nope, nothing.” He mumbled, just when John began coughing even more violently than before and from the slight annoyed look before, Chas expression changed to pure concern.
“You alright, John?” Stupid question, okay, but what was he going to say? You sound like you’ll die any minute now? Nah, rather not – and Chas’s expression pretty much said that already, anyway. Not that John as much as bothered to look at him.
If he’d as much as noticed, it would have probably iffed him that John’s mere presence managed to take up all of his attention, but alas, he was too worried to notice – and if he had noticed, he’d mentally called himself a fool and it still wouldn’t have changed anything about the situation.
Glancing at the others again, Chas caught only little of what was spoken, though enough to know that he agreed with the formerly screaming girl – talking this through didn’t sound all too bad of an idea.