The whole crowd turned back, their eyes darting towards a particular direction as they saw a figure throwing up.
Jerouch stood on his toes to gain a better view, after shoving off others.
There he could see one of the new members in the back retching.
His stout figure arched forward, his head hanging low, his face a deeper shade of red, contorting, grimaced by the sudden feeling to puke.
''What is he doing?''
''Is he sick?''
''Won't anyone attend to him?''
The crowd began murmuring which soon transitioned to an ear tingling uproar.
Both Jerouch and Zephyr frowned, exchanging looks of bewilderment.
Very soon the stout figure of Derek, soon collapsed on the ground.
His bright red skin was now contorting as they turned slightly darker.
Ernst had also heard of the commotion in the back and his short figure swam through the crowd.
