SNEEF

pictures of sick tony

if you want

we had to take a test in science today, so the room was super quiet, and every few minutes he kept sniffling wetly and clearing his throat. there were times that he’d be trying not to cough so he’d just yank his shirt up over his face and stifle them. the best part was probably how after every little sick noise he made he’d moan or sigh.

his face is super puffy and red and he can’t BREATHE. he’s so congested he can’t even blow his nose.

tony is a VERY attractive guy. he’s 6 foot even, and lean, but not freakishly skinny. he has black hair, hooded brown eyes, and pasty skin, and a wide smile. he also is very, very talented. he’s one of the highlights of our show, as he had a big solo in our lineup.

on the first day that we were out, it was really cold. we were walking through a park together, and i noticed just how cold he was. he was wearing nothing but a long sleeved shirt, and my phone read ‘feels like 7 degrees’. eventually watching him shake and shiver got to be unbearable, so i threw my scarf around his shoulders. he pulled it up over his nose, attempting to thaw his frozen face.

when we got back to our tour bus he was still freezing. the whole ride home, even with the heat on, as well as a coat and several blankets, he kept shivering uncontrollably, and rubbing his hands together. i could hear his labored breaths from underneath the tangle of soft fabrics

the next day out of town, we spent a lot of time outside, which must’ve been hell for tony. ever since the incident the night before, he’d been acting off. his hair was a frizzy tangle of unkempt black strands, and he was uncharacteristically quiet. on the bus ride to one of our performances, he turned towards me, biting his bottom lip. he told me that he was nervous; for someone with so much talent, tony has THE WORST performance anxiety. i told him that he was going to be fine, but he informed me that his voice was under strain from the prior day’s shows and he was worried he’d crack. he then went on to perform his best solo yet. that was the last solo he sang before it hit him hard. later that evening, we stood outside of a theatre, in line to watch a famous play. it was cold, and rainy. not just rain, but that really fine, freezing, cold mist of rain that chills to the bone. i was standing next to tony the whole time. his skin was paler usual and glistened with a wet sheen.

we were to leave on the third day of tours, and that was the day that we really noticed how badly everything was affecting him. he didn’t wake up on his own. the show director had to physically get him out of bed to pack his things. he didn’t have anything for breakfast, aside from a small styrofoam cup of coffee, that he nursed slowly on the ride to our last showing. his solo piece was one of the last ones in the lineup, and you could hear the strain on his vocal cords when he sang it. he still sounded beautiful, but it was clear that he was struggling to get sound out. you can hear it even more in some of his recordings. our last stop of the day was an amusement park like place. the whole day, he seemed extra sluggish. he didn’t want to eat anything, or be outside, and he kept stifling tiny coughs into his sleeves. sometimes id notice him sniff wetly and scrub at his slightly chapped nose with the sleeves of his hoodie.

i have classes with this one really big guy—total jock, looks EXACTLY LIKE ZAC EFRON NO JOKE. he’s kind of a slow learner, but is very funny and normally super energetic and silly, he came in today with a bad cold and he just wasn’t himself.

im going to share all of my experiences with sneefy boys here, maybe some other stuff. feel free to take any of this as inspiration for snez stories i guess.