#nausea tw

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: The Strings That Bind Us

#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #ted lasso by episode #jamie tartt #roy kent #roy x jamie #royjamie #coach beard #afc richmond #jan maas #keeley jones #rebecca welton #trent crimm #sam obisanya #ola obisanya #moe bumbercatch #richard montlaur #nausea tw #* #episode of all time to me

[transmasc-wizard]

hello all i have written some backstory lore for my dnd character to send to my girlfriend and i am now making it everyone else's problem

nyeh :3

#my writing #dnd tag #this is the first snippet of anything ive posted since like. november. im so sorry that its something like this. except no im not #writeblr #writblr #blood tw #nausea tw #alexei is dead. btw. #emetophobia tw #vomit tw #good to be. back ? question mark ?

[redpenship]

i posted starline's intro for his first chapter so here's sonic's!! --

Sonic was sick often. It happened at random; sudden, brief illnesses that wracked his body and typically left within a day’s time. They most commonly manifested as headaches and nausea, but he was sometimes prone to chills and feverish symptoms as well. He dreaded the fevers more than anything else—they tended to last a bit longer, knocking him off his feet for days at a time. Since there was nothing he hated more than staying still, finding himself bedridden with a fever was always a nightmarish experience for him.

There was no definite cause for his condition. The only time he’d seen a doctor about it was when he was fourteen, after a three day-long spell of nausea made Amy so nervous that she consulted the resistance’s medic against his will. The medic had asked him a few questions about his past, felt his stomach and listened to his heart, and then expressed her professional opinion: Sonic wasn’t sick, just extremely anxious.

Psychosomatic was the term she’d used. Apparently, his brain was sick enough that it was making his body feel sick, too. It didn’t make a lot of sense to him. During Eggman’s occupation of the East Pacific islands, he’d never felt scared—only very, very angry.

Her diagnosis especially didn’t make sense now, a whole year after Sonic had found Tails on Cocoa Island and learned the truth behind Eggman’s success. The little fox had singlehandedly purged every potential source of stress from the world, freeing not just the two of them but every other animal on the planet, too. There was nothing left for Sonic to fear.

And yet, here he was, kneeling on the grass of a mountain’s crest as he tried not to throw up his breakfast. He’d come up here to watch the sunrise. Instead, he could only manage brief glimpses of the horizon as he was forced to close his eyes to concentrate on overcoming wave after wave of nausea.

#i probably wont post much more of the actual writing after this #but im having a blast so i wanted to share this :) #fic: buzzsaw sequel #wip #redposts #nausea tw

[zillanovikov]

My friend Dale has a problem. Well. He's Gen X. He has many problems. But Tumblr can solve two of them for him.

1) His Tumblr profile pic is a default image and he looks like he's gonna spam everyone with bitcoin links. (@dalestromberg what are you doing with your image, this is embarrassing, even the prawnbots have better profile pics)

2) He's republishing his book and he can't decide on a cover. The book is called Melancholic Parables. It's a bunch of tiny stories that read like Tumblr shitposts (/affectionate).

These are the three potential new covers.

I have somehow gotten him to agree that whatever wins this poll, he will use as his new profile pic. I mean, it's not like he put an ASCII p33n on the cover, they're all SFW pics.

A sample story is below, because it's a weird book and this is the best way to give you the flavour. You can read thirteen of the stories for free on his website. You can even buy the book, if you're into that kinda thing.

#flash fiction #short stories #publishing #book covers #shitpost #meta #nausea tw

[springbandit]

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Vanny all but crashed through the door. "The arcade was filthy and I've been feeling so nauseous all damn day. I totally lost track of time between throwing up and cleaning up other people's throw up." She laughed awkwardly, all but throwing her coat up onto the rack. "I swear, there must be something in the pizza." She clapped her hands together, finally turning her attentions to Edgar. "So, how are we doing today? Any updates?"

@lcvenderhcze

#lcvenderhcze #Vanny:Edgar #Vanny #Vanny Starter #nausea tw #vomit mention tw

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"There are worse things"

"Kauri." It's Nat's voice behind him. He doesn't look up, just breathes deep where he hunches over the sink. Nausea rolls through him in wave after wave, cold sweat trickling down his temples, his neck, alongside his ribs.

His heart pounds, a terror entirely physical washing away everything but the panic, the adrenaline, the sense that any moment he will die from this.

He tightens his grip on the metal edge of the sink until his knuckles are white.

"Jus'..." He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, but his hand is so sweaty and wet it doesn't feel like it helps at all. "Just give me a second, okay? Think I picked up a... a flu or something..."

Nat is quiet, but after a few moments he feels her hand rubbing his back, gently maternal. The scent of her perfume somehow doesn't make it worse. She has dark hair loose and wavy from having been in a braid before, and his blurry vision keeps wanting her to be someone else. Someone he doesn't know, can't know, because if he has to have a headache on top of this he might actually just give up and die.

"You should stop taking them," She says. She doesn't say what. She doesn't have to.

"Oh, don't worry about me. Once I get some more-" His stomach tightens suddenly and he shoves himself fully over the sink, but all that happens is a flood of sour spit and a dry sob. "... I'll-... I'll be fine." Is he panting? His words are airy, barely breathed.

"Kauri-"

"There are w-... worse things than this," Kauri manages, voice thin. She brushes a little hair back from his face. The sobbing comes again, but not dry this time.

This time, he finds tears.

His heart pounds so loud it drowns out everything else. He's going to die. He's going to die.

He left Owen and he sleeps with other men and he's going to die.

"Kauri-"

"Worse things... I've d-done them all. I mean, I did O-Owen, right?"

He laughs, but there's an edge of hysteria to the brittle sound, and his stomach twists again.

She rubs his back as his stomach roils and his muscles burn and his shirt sticks to him like Owen's eyes, and he knows once he feels better he'll head back out, climb the back fence, and he won't even say thanks before he goes.

He can disappear into a drink or a pill or powder or whatever he can find and maybe this time they'll tell him to not come back.

Maybe this time they'll see he doesn't deserve to come back.

-

@finder-of-rings  @endless-whump  @arlin-always-writing  @thefancydoughnut  @newandfiguringitout  @doveotions  @pretty-face-breaker  @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow  @boxboysandotherwhump  @oops-its-whump  @cubeswhump  @burtlederp  @nonsensical-whump  @whump-tr0pes  @autophagay  @whumptywhumpdump  @whumpiary  @orchidscript  @outofangband  @eatyourdamnpears  @hackles-up  @grizzlie70  @mylifeisonthebookshelf  @keeper-of-all-the-random-things

#erase to control #writing #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #sickfic #drug withdrawal #withdrawl #nausea tw #emeto #sickness #sick whumpee #drug use reference #kauri's poor life choices #drug use

[ziptiesnfries]

amputation and reanimation could be funny and silly

You're right, it could be! Coming right up: body horror with a dash of absurdism.

Content warnings: body horror*, amputation, medical/laboratory setting, restraints, mentions of nausea

*Context: a limb is detached and reanimated separately from its owner

The test subject groaned, turning their head to the side. Their vision swam as they struggled to keep their eyes open. Their left arm throbbed. What … happened?

“Oh, good, you’re awake. I wanted you to see this.”

The voice was fuzzy, but it still snapped the subject to attention, sending a jolt of adrenaline through their system. The doctor. The operating room. Their …

They were still restrained to the operating table, with straps across their forehead, their chest, their wrists—but they blinked rapidly as they looked down, almost unsure of what they were seeing. Why couldn’t they see their left arm? For a few moments, their eyes lingered on the empty spot where it should have been, before they realized that it was still there. Their upper arm was, anyway. But it ended in puckered, stitched-up skin right below their elbow.

The blood drained from the subject’s face. A choked noise escaped their mouth as they began to hyperventilate. What did he do to them?

“Hey.” Fingers snapped, and the subject’s bleary gaze darted over to the doctor. “Eyes up here. I want to show you my experiment.”

The doctor stood off to the side, next to a smaller metal table. On it sat the subject’s arm—the other half of it, lying there limp and bloodless. Wires and electrodes snaked out from it, and there was some kind of metal piece on the end, where an elbow should have been—where it should have been attached to the subject’s body.

Bile crawled up the subject’s throat, and they struggled to swallow it back down. “What—what did you do?” they croaked.

The doctor frowned. “You know how I feel about stupid questions, my dear.”

Their breathing picked up again. Stupid questions? Their brain couldn’t process it, any of it: their arm detached from their body, the doctor’s words … What the hell was going on?

When they failed to respond, the doctor sighed. “The what is fairly obvious: I amputated your arm, of course. But the why is much more interesting.” He grinned, moving over to a large levered switch on the wall.

When he pulled it, the wires in the arm—their arm—crackled with electricity. Sparks flew in all directions as the arm shook and spasmed unnaturally under the currents. The subject watched in morbid fascination, unable to tear their gaze away as their nausea built.

Finally, the doctor switched it off again. The arm fell still, but the doctor continued watching it, and so did the subject—they weren’t sure what else to do.

The index finger twitched. At first, the subject thought it must be their imagination, just a trick of the light, but then—the other fingers began moving, too. The fingers deliberately lifted up and brought themselves down, one by one, in a familiar motion that made the subject’s stomach flip. That was one of their fidgets, something they did when they were bored or anxious. But they weren’t the one controlling the movement right now.

The doctor grinned broadly, laughing. “What a success! It can move completely on its own now.”

The subject wanted to ask why, but they found themself unable to speak, their eyes glued to their arm—their former arm. It was still moving, the fingers wiggling around experimentally, the wrist flexing. The fingers curled, and the arm began to rise up, balanced on its fingertips. It took an experimental step, inching forward, the thumb positioned in the back for balance. It was walking.

The subject was vaguely aware of the doctor laughing in delight, babbling about how he hadn’t expected this to happen so quickly. But the sound of his voice, mercifully, began to fade along with their vision. As the subject’s eyes rolled back, the last thing they saw was their arm balanced on its fingertips, hobbling across the metal table.

#whump writing #whump #prompt fill #lab whump #medical whump #body horror tw #nausea tw #amputation tw #restrained #zipwrites #asked and answered #thank you for the ask! #i had a lot of fun with this one lmao #it's so funny and silly and morally abhorrent

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies

#worlds babbles #whump #ask stuff #medical whump #medical abuse cw #gun shot wound #needles #nausea tw #carewhumper #no anesthesia #surgery tw #injury whump #drug ment tw #sorry bout the inaccuracy this was written on a bus #while I was on an adrenaline crash #witchery I’ll hopefully have yours soon #schools been kicking my ass #hope y’all enjoy #also anon sorry if some of the prompts are loose #I tired lol

[wisteria-whump]

things that are apparently supposed to help with nausea

im writing this with the intention of it being used for sickfics or whatever but i guess it could also work if you just actually don't feel well

basically any food/drink with ginger because it reduces inflammation (i think??) mostly ginger ale and ginger tea are recommended for nausea because you're obviously not really gonna wanna eat if you're nauseous, but i think that ginger snaps are nice if you're nauseous and hungry at the same time.

peppermint because it also reduces inflammation (i think)! my personal favorite forms (for the purpose of making your character quirky and different and shit) are those little lifesaver mints, mint leaves, and copious amounts of peppermint tea.

the smell of lemon! apparently there was some sort of study done with this but ive never tried it.

smelling those rubbing alcohol wipe thingies! ive also never tried this one but ive heard that it works really well.

any non caffeinated soda. i think it's something to do with the carbonation and the sugar. carbonation always makes me feel a little better so 🤷‍♀️

that pressure point on your wrist! i think this is what those anti-carsickness bracelets do? idk ive only heard of them ive never actually seen them. i think this is supposed to be used more as a preventative thing and not a cure for nausea that's already happening.

deep breaths! i hate deep breaths! they kinda work tho

distraction! this one is just one that i do bc my nausea is 80% not caused by actual sickness so distracting myself makes me feel better.

an ice pack on the back of the neck. ive never tried this one but ive heard good things about it.

crackers! theyre supposed to like reduce the extra acid in the stomach which is supposed to make you feel better. in my experience they work especially well for when you're hungry and nauseous at the same time.

now for placebo things ive convinced myself help with nausea, because ALWAYS remember that your character can have remedies that don't scientifically make sense but it's a placebo effect so it works for them. these are just my personal ones, you can come up with basically anything for this category.

sleeping while sitting upright instead of laying down! i swear laying down makes me feel worse.

pacing! i actually stopped doing this one years ago because it's not really a good idea to walk around the house if i think i might be sick because like... i don't wanna do that on the floor

ive heard people say that sitting on the bathroom floor makes them feel better but i don't like touching the bathroom floor so i cannot confirm.

freezing! when im nauseous the first thing i do is shed as many layers of clothing as i can and then turn on every fan in the room and let myself freeze.

sitting in bed! not laying in bed, not sitting literally anywhere that is not my bed, it specifically has to be sitting in my bed! i swear sitting literally anywhere else makes me feel worse.

#i have a special place in my brain for nausea remedies because im an emetophobe with anxiety induced stomach issues #lets not forget that i spent a month and a half being nauseous every day #not all day every day but like... 3 of the 12 hours i spent awake each day #that was a very dark time #and then i went to the doctor and he said it was probably anxiety induced stomach inflammation #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #nausea whump #nausea tw #tw nausea #tw vomit #vomit tw #emetophobia warning #emetophobia tw #tw emetophobia #sickfic #writing

[solstice-snakes]

medical discussion tw:

had a really bad POTS flare tonight. had fuckin full body convulsions and muscle cramping in my spine and my already fucked to hell shoulder. had vertigo and horrendous nausea. had a migraine. like absolutely nothing ive had before. it was really really really scary. luckily were able to handle it at home by eating salt and rehydrating but that was excruciating.

#pots #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #medical talk tw #blood pressure cuff #nausea tw #convulsions tw #delete later

[cannotfly]

@thisshadeofred's mackenzie mcfulton sent: “you should lay down.”

as her stomach grows rounder, she becomes more desperate in her actions. pushing herself further and further until she feels too weak to stand and someone has to intervene. there's so much to be done. working during the day, attempting to get things done for the baby in the evenings, paperwork, appointments, endless amounts of worries. it's often that someone -- a coworker or her husband or in this case, mac -- has to tell her to slow down. ( stress isn't good for the baby, johanna, she reminds herself, while becoming more stressed about how stressed she is. )

❝ i'm alright, ❞ she mumbles. there's little dark spots in the corners of her vision. it wouldn't be the first time she passes out. what it's due to now is impossible to tell. it's too easy to become dehydrated now. is it the weight on her shoulders growing worse and worse day to day? she blinks -- squeezing her eyes close for longer than she intends to before opening. ❝ it's fine, mac. i don't need to lay down i'm just feeling a tad lightheaded. everyone feels lightheaded sometimes and they can push through it. i do the same thing. ❞ she doesn't like to be treated like she's made out of glass. some people don't seem to realize that she isn't an empty jar of peaches. ❝ i'm not even feeling sick anymore, remember? i'm more than five months in that this point. i just . . . i'm fine. ❞

#*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. ) #*❈ ‣ how i would like to have wings – blue ones – how i would like to open them and raise — ( v: modern. ) #thisshadeofred #fainting tw #pregnancy tw #nausea tw #ask to tag /

[18thcenturythirsttrap]

I've eaten too much ice cream and so I feel a bit sick. This is all Liverpool FC's fault, by the way.

#i love you liverpool i do but #why why why #whyyyyyy #liverpool fc #lfc #food tw #nausea tw

[pandora15]

can we please take a moment to normalize not eating beef as a dietary restriction

long rant below

well, technically this is two rants.

rant # 1:

today's (+ yesterday) is bengali new year! happy new year to me I accidentally ate beef again and now my stomach hurts and I'm nauseous. what a great way to start off the year by messing up and eating beef when I'm literally not supposed to because of religion. on a religious day. cool cool cool.

anyways, I saw this hawaiian style chicken sausage at the store a few days ago and it was from a company that i haven't had before and i was intrigued! because I like hawaiian/pineapple flavors. so I bought it because. it's chicken sausage. that's what the front of the box said.

I ate two (of the four) sausages for lunch today.

and I was gonna have the other two for dinner and as I was taking them out of the box to start heating them, I casually flipped the box over and glanced at the ingredients and guess what?

it's made with beef collagen casing.

again. I don't eat beef.

and the worst part? the front of the box says "pork free". so this company had the foresight to think "okay so some people don't eat pork we should label our product so that they know that they can eat it"

but they didn't stop to think about the opposite? that there are people who don't eat beef and maybe they can just put something like "contains beef" clearly spelled out in the front of their packaging? like if it was on the front written in the same font/text as "pork free" I would've easily seen it at the store and not purchased it.

but they just want people to buy their product, that's all they care about.

rant # 2:

so my grad school commencement is coming up in a little over a month and they're giving a breakfast on site for graduates on the day of the big ceremony. my school sent out a form confirming attendance, tickets, and dietary restrictions.

the dietary restriction question was formatted like a multiple choice question. I don't have access to the form anymore, but when I filled it out, I noticed two things:

there was no option for me to select "no beef" or something along those words. there were other dietary restrictions, but not mine.

there was no "other" option for me to select (let alone a free text box where I can type "hey I don't eat beef")

ultimately I had to submit that I had no dietary restriction, which isn't true. now, this is for a continental breakfast so I'll be fine if it's like any other standard continental breakfast. I can also just ask when I'm taking food with meat, which is what I usually do in these types of situations.

I'm just mind-boggled at the fact that they sent out a form and didn't think to add an "other" option???? like hello???????

TLDR

i'm frustrated by how not eating beef isn't normalized as a dietary restriction (and the food industry/people in general don't seem to take some restrictions seriously) and my stomach hurts now. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#pandora's ramblings #i'm just gonna be upset about this for the rest of the day now cool cool #dietary restrictions #nausea tw

[ventasaurus]

So I didn't eat a ton today and Im feeling really nauseous so I kinda hope that means I'll be loosing more weight shortly... If yk what I mean

#grosspo #eating disoder trigger warning #tw ana trigger #tw disordered eating #ana trigger #tw ana shit #tw mia #nausea tw #throwing up tw

[springbandit]

"You are being so much, right now." she laughed, though inwardly she was struggling to keep herself composed. "I've barely slept, I've been sick and I can barely even see straight at this point. It has been a long day." She didn't want to get angry with the stranger, if anything, on better days, they'd likely have gotten along much better. "You're like a ten right now, do you think you could bring it down to maybe a six? For me?" she sighed gently, folding her arms. "Alright, run that by me one more time?"

@daydrcamings

#daydrcamings #Vanny:Sylvie #Vanny #Vanny Starter #mental health tw #nausea tw

[jofms]

@drvgonbvnny at the creamery ice cream and coffee bar (again)

it had been no fault of the purchase or the staff members when sudden nausea set into the woman, causing josette to quickly abandon her belongings and lock herself in to the available toilet facilities to empty the little that was in her stomach. knees pressing into to cold floor, she'd spend several minutes there, minutes that would feel like hours as she waited for the feeling to subside and for her body to stop shaking. slowly pushing herself up, she flushed, washed her hands and the outside of her mouth before she emerged back into the main café. walking slowly back to her table to get some money for water, she thought her eyes were deceiving her when she's seen dustin. the hairs on her arms stood up once more, making her feel the chill through her sweater despite the sweat on her forehead. the woman was aware she was staring but for the first time in a long time, she couldn't find the words to address him - she was just staring at him with clearly desperate eyes, the root of that desperation unknown. "i need to, um-" breath shaky, she felt dizzy. "get some water. do you want anything?" breaking her stare, she turned to her bag, overly rummaging in the small thing to pick out her wallet before accidentally dropping it. "fuck." josette was sober yet an onlooker would have assumed she was drunk from how she was behaving.

#nausea tw #vomiting tw #dizziness tw #dustin. #thought this was a little different? #she's truly NOT doing well