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salembutnotthecat · 5 months

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first emeto fic, kind of nervous!

tw for emeto, sickness, fever,nausea

Please, please, please...

She didn't know what she was expecting.

In an ironic turn of events, through everything she had endured specifically over the last four years, trying to mess with a keyring that had at least seven keys, as well as a car key and a little keychain figure that Willow got her for her birthday, with only one hand seemed to be the one thing that would take her out.

Her other hand was pressed tightly against her mouth as her stomach churned. She gagged, shuddered, and did everything she could to not throw up right there.

The cold wind whipped through Vanessa's disheveled hair, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She cursed under her breath, feeling the weight of the keyring in her clammy hand. The metallic jangle seemed to mock her as she desperately fumbled with the keys, each one refusing to slide smoothly into the lock.

A more intense wave of nausea surged through her, and Vanessa clenched her jaw, determined not to let the contents of her uneasy stomach escape prematurely. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, a combination of feverish chills and the physical exertion of trying to unlock the door.

Her vision blurred for a moment, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The keyring slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering against the pavement.

Vanessa panicked. Panicked.

Willow's car was in the driveway still. Maybe that was a good sign.

Vanessa slammed her freed hand on the door, begging her body to hold on until the door opened.

It was seven in the morning. Mrs. Cortez would be bringing eight year old Mia out to wait for the bus in five minutes. Ten at best. Vanessa didn't want to vomit in front of the poor girl, or her mother. That would certainly give off a bad impression.

"Jesus Chri-" Willow started, yawning as she opened the door.

Vanessa shoved her roommate to the side, bolting for the bathroom.

The taste of bile lingered in Vanessa's mouth as she rushed past Willow, who stumbled backward in surprise. The bathroom door swung open, and Vanessa barely had time to close it before the violent upheaval began.

She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, hard, the impact letting everything go with just barely enough time to lift the toilet seat.

"Vanessa," Willow was knocking at the door, "What's going on?"

Waves of nausea continued to grip Vanessa, each one more intense than the last. She clung to the cool porcelain, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her stomach rebelled, seemingly determined to expel every last trace of discomfort.

"Oh, god, that sounds violent," Willow said. Vanessa felt the door hit her foot as Willow let herself in her bathroom.

Willow pulled the hair that had fallen out of Vanessa's ponytail away from her roommates face with one hand.

Vanessa heaved, hard. She could feel whatever was in her stomach come halfway up her throat, before going back down and making her heave twice as hard.

"Okay, okay," Willow said, "Here, stand a little."

Willow pulled her roommate to her feet.

"Brace against the back of the toilet, hands here," Willow guided Vanessa to lean into the tank, pressing her hands to the lid, "The gravity should help your stomach-" Sure enough, Vanessa heaved, a torrent of vomit barely staying contained in the porcelain bowl. And another, and another.

A fourth one, and a shaking Vanessa collapsed back to her knees, forcing out the last of what would come up. For now, at least.

"Good, good," Willow said, clicking her tongue and rubbing Vanessa's back as the security guard gasped for breath.

"Are you on your gastro rotation?" Vanessa asked, spitting into the toilet before grabbing some toilet paper to wipe her mouth before flushing the disgusting mess in the toilet.

Vanessa closed the toilet lid, sitting on top, sighing and running her hand back over her face and ultimately brushing her hair back.

"It was two weeks ago, I'm on labor and delivery now," Willow said, "But, i'm almost done. Then I graduate."

"What are you going to do?" Vanessa asked.

Small talk. Right now, Vanessa needed the small talk.

"Well, I like labor and delivery," Willow said, grabbing a washcloth and running it under cold water, pressing it on Vanessa's forehead, "But I think I'll stay in the emergency room for now. Can I get you anything?"

Vanessa managed to shake her head weakly, unable to form words.

"I have a shift today," Willow said, "Would you care to just sleep on the couch until I get back? I might be a nursing student, but I do not want to come home and do emergency work on you because you decided to leave your room which I know you would."

"Honestly," Vanessa said, "I probably would've needed you to drag me up there, even if I hadn't thrown up."

"Are your pajamas still on your floor?" Willow asked.

"Probably," Vanessa said, "I could just sleep in-"

"Yeah, no," Willow said, "I'm putting your uniform in a disinfectant load. And I'll probably spray the disinfectant you bought all over your room."

"Fine," Vanessa said, "While you do that, I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, rinse out my mouth."

"Grab the designated bucket," Willow said, "It's-"

"Under the sink," Vanessa said, "And a very violent lime green which is a little on the nose for a bucket set aside specifically to throw up in."

"That's why I got it," Willow said, stepping out of the bathroom.

There's a noise, distant at first, that pulls Vanessa out of sleep.

Vanessa moaned, pushing soaking wet blonde locks off her cheek, leaving her hand on her face. She could feel the fever and she was soaked. Definitely sweating.

The living room was bathed in a strange orange glow, the tv was off, and the house was quiet.

Then the noise. Her phone. It was on the side table.

Vanessa grabbed it, barely making out the caller ID.

Delaney Richards. Missed call from Elijah.

"Shit..." Vanessa mumbled, clearing her throat before answering. Except clearing her throat made her stomach turn over. She swallowed.

“Hello?” Vanessa asked, hoping she didn’t sound too bad. It would just be a few moments…

“Can you work tonight?” Delaney asked, “I know you aren’t supposed to but Vivien could use you. Elijah and I have to fly out a day early to our next premier. We could send her to your place too so you don’t have to make the drive.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, send her,” Vanessa said, half out of it, “As long as you don’t mind my roommate. But I can have her sign something. She’s a nursing student at St. James’s downtown… so she probably won’t see much of Vivien anyway.”

“No need to sign something,” Delaney said, “We’ll pay double rate since it’s so last minute.”

The other line disconnected before Vanessa could deny it. She sighed, lying back down. She would get up in a few minutes and try to get ready… just… a few minutes.

There’s knocking at the door suddenly. Vanessa moaned.

She would have yelled for Willow to use her key, but after this morning, she couldn’t really be mad at her.

Vanessa stood, walking to the door. But the sudden shift in position and movement made Vanessa feel worse.

Vanessa gagged halfway to the door. A careful hand covering her mouth. Vanessa paused, taking a deep breath.

She got to the door. Gagging again. This one triggered a second, and a third.

Vanessa unlocked the door, hitting it as a signal that it was in fact unlocked, before dashing to the bathroom again.

The door opened as Vanessa got there. She heaved, hard. She felt something chunky and slimy clinging to her hand.

She stumbled in front of the toilet, heaving.

“Oh, god,” someone yelped. The door clicked shut.

Heels clicked the floor, a fast walk toward the bathroom.

A smell of cherry blossom perfume hit Vanessa, making the security guard throw up even harder.

“Oh, Ness,” someone said, manicured nails lightly scratching Vanessa’s back, “Get it up… get it up.”

Vanessa nodded, heaving all the harder as her stomach tried to empty itself. A hand lightly rubbed Vanessa’s turmoil-ridden stomach, making Vanessa’s stomach purge a torrent of vomit, and then another, and another. Each round thick and abundant, making Vanessa gasp between waves.

Another. Another. And then, spit. Three rounds of gagging up spit. Dry heaving for… well, Vanessa wasn’t sure.

Vanessa stumbled back against the wall, sliding down to the floor and wrapping her arms tightly around her abdomen.

“Oh my god Ness…” Vivien said, tucking her hair to one side and kneeling in front of Vanessa, “What… what happened?”

“I.. don’t feel go… feel..” Vanessa heaved, leaning forward and spitting into the toilet.

Vivien pulled Vanessa’s hair back.

Vanessa shook her head, brushing Vivien’s hand away.

“I’ve been sick since I got home,” Vanessa mumbled, “Why are you here..?”

“Mom and dad… sorry, your bosses,” Vivien said, “They need to leave today instead of tomorrow. Delaney called and said you said it was fine if I came here so you didnt have to drive…”

“Oh right,” Vanessa said, “I’m sorry…”

“You’ve seen me vomit so many times,” Vivien shrugged, “This is fine. Tell you what… how about I help you to bed and we can watch that movie I wanted to show you?”

“Yeah…” Vanessa said, “But… I think… I think I’ll need the bucket…”

“Clearly,” Vivien said, helping Vanessa stand, “Come on…”

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