#I’ve gone through every coping mechanism I know and nothing helps with overcoming the nausea

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

I’ve been having a bit of a nervous breakdown due to an incident at work a few weeks back (a parent got through security and tried to break into my room TWICE). Plus, you know, still grieving my mom from her passing in May.

Started seeing a therapist and hoping I can get some more time off work. I’ll find out tomorrow 🤞🏽

This is a long winded way of saying there will be no writing for a while. No matter how much I love writing I really (finally) need to put myself and my needs first.

[sickficgalore]

Day 2 : Emeto (Keith)

hello!! this is a little something i wrote for @vldwhumpmas2017 ! it is set in college au and on christmas eve.

Lance had awakened to a weird, monstrous sound coming from outside his room. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and attempted to figure out what the sound was.

“Keith? What’s that sound?” Lance waited, but no reply came. He looked over at the single bed placed at the other end of the room, and Keith was nowhere to be seen, his sheets thrown over the bed like he was in a rush.

As his brain started to be able to think properly again, the ‘monstrous sounds’ that he had thought he had heard before started sounding like faint…retching noises?

Lance got up as fast as he could, throwing the covers over his bed as he briskly walked out of the room (and almost tripping over his own feet), following the horrible retching noise which led him to the bathroom.

Before he even saw Keith, he could already smell the sour scent of his vomit. That could not be good.

The door to the bathroom was closed, but Lance was pleased to find that it was not locked as he easily pulled it open, revealing Keith. He was squatting in front of the toilet, knuckles gone white as his hands gripped onto the toilet seat for dear life. As he coughed and heaved, nothing but another string of saliva fell from his lips.

“Hey, are you alright?” Lance asked as he sat down next to the sick boy, steadying his shaky frame, “who am I kidding, you’re definitely not fine.”

Keith groaned, voluntarily leaning against Lance’s stronger frame as he breathed heavily, exhausted from the non-stop heaving.

“What happened that caused this?” Lance asked, worry evident in his voice.

“I don’t know..maybe it’s something I ate..?” Keith stoned as if trying hard to remember something, “I can’t remember what I ate yesterday..” his mind was way too fuzzy to process any sort of thought.

“That’s alright. Are you any better? Do you want to go sit down on the couch?” Lance asked, Keith nodded.

Lance winced inaudibly, the strong vomit stench coming from the toilet was starting to get to him, and he started to feel slightly nauseous as well. Figuring that they did not need another vomiting individual, Lance took a deep breath before stretching over to reach the flush button, flushing Keith’s vomit along with most of its stench down the toilet.

“Okay. I need you to stand for a bit, but just lean on me.” Lance instructed, placing one of Keith’s arms around his own shoulders, “on the count of three. One, two, three.” The two stood up, Keith mostly relying on Lance for support.

Lance had to mostly drag Keith to the couch, the sick boy far too weak to walk on his own. Keith had basically slumped down bonelessly when Lance placed him not-so-gently on the couch.

Lance left hurriedly, then returned back to Keith’s side with an armful of stuff that Keith could not make out in his haze. Keith was first handed a thermometer to put under his tongue. It came up to a whopping 39.3 degrees celcius (102 degrees farenheit).

“Okay, you’re burning. That’s not great. Now, take some medicine.” Lance said as he held the glass and two white pills in front of Keith. Keith opened his eyes momentarily before closing his eyes again, shaking his head in protest as he groaned, “Look, Keithy boy, if you don’t take this, you’re going to die of dehydration right here on this couch. I’m not sure if you want to die in this apartment.”

Thankfully, Lance’s words managed to bring a small smile to Keith’s face, “Anything but that…” Keith chuckled weakly as he sat up with Lance’s help, swallowed the pills and drank the warm water before falling asleep once again.

Keith managed to get a good rest, which thankfully no longer consisted of fruitless gags, until it was time for the two of them to get ready to meet their friends for lunch.

“Tell anyone that I’m sick later at our Christmas Eve gathering and I will kill you.” Keith said as he got up from the couch.

“Are you really feeling well enough to go for lunch..?” Lance asked, still relatively unsure. The pallor in Keith’s face had managed to subside with the rest he had, but his fever was still high and was still suffering from some nausea.

“I’ve been worse. I’ll make it.” Keith muttered, putting his jacket on.

“No you won’t.” Lance corrected.

“Look, I’ll just go there, have a bit of food, then come straight back to rest, alright? Stop worrying.” Keith reassured as he grabbed his car keys and was about to place them in his pants pocket.

“You’re NOT driving, dude.” Lance shouted, running to his friend and swiftly snatching the keys from him and placing it in his own jacket pocket.

“It’s MY car???” Keith retaliated, but sighed in submission.

In the car, Keith kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Lance was not a very good driver, he did not know how to smoothly maneuver around bumps that well, and Lance swore that he saw Keith’s complexion gradually turn green in the fifteen minutes they were driving for. But much to both of their relief, they had made it to the restaurant without any issue.

“Woah, Keith. Why are you so sweaty?” was the first thing Hunk had asked when the two of them showed up, slightly late, at the restaurant.

“Lance drove my car..” Keith covered up, side-eyeing Lance as he took his seat.

“Yikes. That must have been terrible.” Pidge commented.

“I’m improving every day, okay? Give me a break.” Lance defended, taking his seat as well.

“We’ve ordered steak for everyone by the way. The steak here is amazing.” Shiro announced.

“Oh..but I was going to just have like a sandwich or something..” Keith said. Lance could already visualise in his head how bad Keith would have it after the meal.

“Sorry, man. My discount coupons here are only for the steak.” Hunk replied, waving his discount tickets that he had gotten from his mother.

“I-its okay, I guess.” Keith forced a smile, stomach already protesting before the meal even came.

When the steak came, everyone had immediately dug into it….except for Lance and Keith. Lance was too busy observing Keith to actually start on his meal. The mere thought of Keith vomiting again also took the apetite right out of Lance’s stomach.

Keith was trying not to be obvious as he played with the baby carrots on his plate. Just looking at the meat made him feel so nauseous that he could probably pass out. It took him a lot of courage to take his first tiny bite out of this carrot.

“Keith, you doing alright? Why aren’t you eating?” Shiro asked, concern evident in the way he spoke.

Keith forced a smile, “Yeah.. just that school’s been really taxing, you know? I’m just exhausted.” To overcome the worried faces staring back at him, he stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, chewing it as if it was delicious and swallowing it forcefully.

At this point, Lance was so horrified he just stared at Keith, wide-eyed. Keith was continuously forcing the food on his plate down his throat, frustrated at his own body and was attempting to force it back into working properly again.

Keith’s terrible coping mechanism had been pretty successful for about a good two minutes before he could not take it anymore. “Excuse me for a second. I need to get to the bathroom real quick..” he murmured as he stood up, walking as fast as his shaking legs could carry him to the bathroom. Lance was extremely tempted to run after him, but was afraid that the action would give it away that something was not right.

Minutes passed, and Keith still had not returned from the bathroom. Lance was impatiently shaking his legs under the table and trying his best not to let the panic show on his face.

“Keith has been gone for really long. Lance, would you go check on him?” Pidge asked.

Lance never shot up as quickly as he had just did. “Yup! No problemo, my dudes. I’ll bring him right back!” Lance basically shouted before running towards the bathroom.

As Lance pushed open the door to the Men’s room, he could already hear the familiar loud, horrendous retching noises echoing through the room. He pushed open the only closed stall door to reveal Keith, shaking like a leaf, collapsed against a stall divider as tears streamed down his face. Lance rubbed his back until his heaving subsided and eventually stopped.

“Alright buddy, we’re going home.” Lance stated firmly, and Keith knew there was no room for negotiation as he was pulled up on his feet, supported by Lance, “Rinse your mouth while I head back to the table to grab the keys, alright? I’ll be real quick.” Lance said as he walked Keith to the sink and made sure that Keith could steady himself against a wall before running off.

The others were alarmed when Lance ran back to the table, scrambling to get Keith’s keys as he hurriedly explained, “Keith’s been really sick, so I’m bringing him back to our place, alright? You can drop by our dorm after you’re done with the lunch if you want. See ya later!” before running off.

“Oh, alright! Drive safely!” Shiro shouted back, loud enough for Lance to hear as he ran off to get Keith.

Lance had tried his very best to drive safely, and he did his very best as a caretaker back at their apartment too. Keith odd stomach bug, or whatever it was, had thankfully gotten a lot better by the next day, so Christmas Day wasn’t that terrible for them after all.