#puke prompt

[jurassicsickfics]

Sickie groaning and shifting over to cuddle caretaker as they announce, "I don't feel so good.."

[biblicallyaccuratestiles]

SCOTT: "Dude, you don't look so good. Are you sure you should be here right now?"

STILES: "I'll have you know I haven't puked once in the last 57 minutes—I'm basically cured."

[rosie321go]

Okay, so I just had the most horrible thought—

It’s post snap. Tony is sitting in his workshop, and all he can see is Peter; he’s in the broken pieces of wire, in the stain on the pristine white floor that never actually came out, he’s in the projects left forever abandoned to time on the counter.

And Tony, Tony just…can’t do it. He leaves the workshop and doesn’t enter it for weeks. Until one day, he goes in there, sets up his helmet, and begins to record.

It’s a message to Peter, about how he misses him, about all the things he wish he could have done instead. Then he finally starts to work…but he doesn’t turn the recording off. And the habit is born: Tony, working, talking to “Peter” the whole time, recording on.

Maybe it’s false hope. Maybe it’s the last dredges of grief that he doesn’t like to show.

Years pass, and still, some days Tony will pull out the recorder, talk to Peter, and he doesn’t know when he starts to call him his son.

And then Peter comes back.

And Tony’s not there to see him again, there’s not enough time to talk.

(But Peter still finds four years of videos anyway, of exactly that)

NUH UH MAN I can’t do this

[thesewingmachine]

did you know that people can vomit hard/frequently enough that it can burst the blood vessels in their face and result in bruising?

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 2

Part 1 Next:

Content: beating, kidnapping, puking

"Hey Michael?" This time the man with the phone light spoke. "Smile for the camera."

Michael stared at the phone light.

"Smile for the what?" His voice was low. "Who are you people?"

"So he's stupid too." Someone snickered under their mask. "Turn around, Michael." The first man said.

Michael grimaced, stomach churning as he stepped back voluntarily. The man's hand fell hard on his shoulder and shoved, turning Michael around.

Michael swallowed as he heard them walking up behind him. He stayed put, not wanting to look like a problem when there was a gun trained on his back.

"Wait." He said. "What do you want? All you gotta do is ask."

There was no answer.

Then his wrist was grasped in a calloused hand and pulled behind his back.

"Hey, hey," Michael's toes dug into the fake grass in an effort to keep the tremors out of his voice. "Just talk to me, I'm sure we can--"

As he spoke, his other arm was yanked behind him and he bent forward to avoid the painful twist.

"Hey--hold still." The person holding his wrists muttered.

"I'm just not that flexible." Michael's voice did shake this time. He bit his lip as a zip-tie tightened with those satisfying little plastic clicky sounds.

His entire gut clenched as he realized his hands were trapped, he was trapped in a room with six criminals whose entire focus was now on him. He hated attention, and right now he hated it more.

"Alright, let's go." The first guy said behind him, and Michael found himself gripping onto the fake grass with his toes for dear life.

His chest was so tight over his hammering heart that he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

I still have my legs, He told himself. My feet. I can still fight, I just need an opening.

Clenching his fists and twisting at the binding, he glanced back to see if the gun was still pointed at his back. It was.

"I said let's go!" This time the gun-man grabbed his arm before he could retreat toward the bed and yanked him toward the exit.

Michael's breaths hitched as they moved into the hall from his bedroom. He was sweating in his charmander pj's as the phone lights went off. Were they trying to keep this a secret from the neighbors?

But they were crowded up. The guy with the phone light had gotten jostled in halfway between Michael and the gun, plus the hallway was dark.

The guy seemed calculated enough not to risk shooting a teammate.

It was his only chance.

He ducked and shot out a donkey kick to the guy behind him, focusing on the one with the gun as the target for his next kick. He aimed for the gun itself but his kick slammed just shy of the crotch, harmlessly shoving his hip. Now several of them were sputtering curses as his kicks hit hard into shins and knees.

"Hey, nobody told us he can fucking fight!" Someone said.

Good. They didn't know about his job.

A jerk to his arm pulled Michael off balance and he tried to fall against the wall, since he couldn't use his arms, but the man behind him took a tighter hold on him.

"This piece of shit." Someone groaned.

"Jordie, kick his ass for that."

"I'm trying! Pete, help--" The guy holding Michael grunted.

Too close now for any good targets, Michael stomped on the Jordie's booted foot with his bare heel. He gripped tighter and chuckled. Michael knocked his head back square into the guy's mouth, feeling a mashing of mouth and nose with grim satisfaction.

He took a breath to scream for help, and Jordie's hand clamped over his mouth just in time to keep the noise down.

"You're going to pay for that." Someone in front of him said in a low tone.

A pit of fear dragged deep in his gut as their hand touched his chest lightly. He'd had enough fighting training to recognize when someone is measuring their distance for a good punch.

Then it hit, hard enough to knock out his wind in a roar of pain. Nausea came next, then another punch, this time to the ribs. And another. And another.

His grunts ended in terrified squeaks as he tried to get breath before the next one smashed even more oxygen out of him. It was so dark he couldn't see his attacker; their left hand was unfairly pressed to his chest as if to keep an idea of his location as the beating went on.

The instinct to protest, trained into himself over years of rehabilitation, pushed at his mouth, but the hand clamped over it barely even had spaces between the fingers, let alone slack for moving his jaw. All that came out was a choked whimper.

Now they were dragging him down the stairs, still beating him. He kicked and squirmed, unable to even bring his knees high enough to protect his ribs. He really was not that flexible. With his arms pulled back amid the cluster of men, he felt vulnerable and claustrophobic, his stomach and ribs were killing him, and that familiar scent of acid was coming up his throat with the nausea.

He was going limp despite himself, despite the panic of being dragged away through his living room, because he was going to puke. The retching sounds turned into "mmf--mf…" And the guy dropped him, probably recognizing the sound. Michael's body arched as his knees hit the fake wood. He coughed up acid and beer. His lips quivered as his head thunked against the floor.

"No no no--" He gasped as they pulled him up by an arm and a fistful of his ponytail, which he'd forgotten to take out before bed. He couldn't breathe enough to do more than wheeze his protests.

He could hear himself, as a child, begging to his caseworker back then.

"Don't leave me alone with them. Please." And it was just like this--sometimes he'd been dragged kicking and screaming away from a good place, too.

Not again. It wasn't supposed to ever happen again.

Bare feet scraped across the pavement, and then he hit the bed of a panel truck chest first.

"Uh-huh-huh…" He groaned.

They shoved in his legs, climbed in after him, and the truck doors slammed.

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[danafeelingsick]

out of all of the g.enshin men, k.aeya might be the one i'd give the kink™. it just suits him, with how much he talks about drinking wine and how flirty he is.

i just love to imagine him taking a date out for drinks, and of course it wasn't his plan from the start, but what if he accidentally overdid it on the alcohol. then you, his date, would have to, you know, take care of him? hold his hair while he empties his stomach into the tavern's restroom, rubbing his back and holding him so he doesn't fall over or miss the toilet. it seems the booze makes even bolder than what he is usually, the noises he makes are downright shameless, almost like he's overacting them.

he might just let you rub his belly too, whining that his clothes, his corset and leggings, are way too tight, then undoing a button or two. he doesn't miss the way you look at him either. he might lean on you, and let you comfort him after the downright disgusting experience. well, maybe for you. when he's done, he lets you walk him home, resting his head on your shoulders, joking about puking all over you. of course, he has enough control of the situation to not let this happen, even though he is hiccuping and slurring every word. you almost think he might want this to happen~

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted prompt:

Strikeback AU, Adrien/Cat Noir bashing/salt, Felix/Flairmidable, Adrien OOC, Felix doesn't win here and neither does Adrien, warning: poisoning.

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Cat Noir watched as Ladybug and Flairmidable were talking together. He was perplexed about the new Dog hero, as she just lent the same Miraculous to a girl just a couple of days ago. He didn't think Miss Hound was a memorable addition to the team but he also couldn't remember her double crossing Ladybug in any way to justify getting her replaced from the team so suddenly. Especially by this random dude, who seemed to try his luck with his lady.

He then noticed how flustered Ladybug was getting around this new hero. "So it's him !" Cat Noir murmured under his breath. "I knew she'd recruit the guy she's in love with in her team eventually, I bet she was just waiting for this moment to finally get rid of him completely by having her crush fight alongside him. Too bad that I came prepared for this day!" He finally took out a croissant, which he Cataclysmed with his finger. However the croissant didn't disintegrate or even change composition at all. "Plagg told me that you can use Cataclysm to destroy the composition of an object but not the object itself so you can trick your opponents into thinking the object it's still intact. This method works on food as well and it makes what looks a completely delicious croissant become literally poison."

"Now it's time to get my payback" - murmured Cat Noir again. He went to Ladybug and Flairmidable and of course Ladybug tried to excitedly introduce him to the new hero, but he was having none of it. "I can't wait to wipe that smirk off your face".

He started eating a croissant in front of both of them and Ladybug scolded him about this not being the right time for it, but Cat Noir argued that he was too hungry to wait any longer. Flairmidable's stomach suddenly started growling much to his annoyance and Cat Noir's satisfaction "And it looks like I'm not the only one who is".

"Of course that loser had to start chewing that damn thing just as I'm quite literally starving over here". The moment Felix saw Adrien was due to leave Paris today he skipped all of his meals so he could come over to Paris to swap places with Adrien before he would leave. He had no other choice, this was his once in a lifetime opportunity to rob his uncle of the jewelery that was holding his life and he already got sidetracked by the fake Miraculous, but at least Ladybug unknowingly gave him the opportunity to outsmart his uncle once and for all. He was willing to deal with all of these annoying people and his body's needs in order to achieve his goal. He wasn't gonna let a hungry stomach get in the way of his mission !

"Hey, dude!", Cat Noir suddenly startled him from his thoughts. "It looks like I'm not the only who needs a bite. Lucky for you I've got a second croissant and I'm willing to give it to you."

Flairmidable: Sorry to tell you, but I don't need anything from you. If you can't see, we've got a villain to deal with, we don't have time to lose to eat sweet croissants ! Flairmidable's stomach started growling again after he said that "Crap!".

Cat Noir: Your stomach is clearly disagreeing with you about that, my cat ears don't lie. And look, we need all the energy possible to defeat this villain and Ladybug's gonna take her sweet time to gather everyone around for her final plan, so you have time enough time to devour this sweet croissant before we get into position.

Flairmidable: Ughh, fine, but I'm only doing this to shut you up.

Cat Noir: And your stomach as well I bet. Cat Noir winked.

Flairmidable started quickly eating the croissant. He didn't want to admit it, but it was delicious.

Cat Noir: I can tell you from what bakery you can find more such delicious croissants if you're a fan.

Flairmidable: Let's stop wasting time and concentrate on the villain at hand. "After all, he was after a much bigger prize later on."

Ladybug gathered and gave everyone from the team her multipled Lucky Charm sunnyglasses so they could go in and defeat Strikeback. As Flairmidable was about to take his pair, his stomach suddenly started growling intensely, making him drop his glasses and clutch his abdomen in pain. Everyone started being worried about Flairmidable instantly except for Cat Noir.

Ladybug: Are you alright Flairmidable ? What happened to you ?

Cat Noir: I think he's still hungry for some more of my delicious croissants. Said Cat Noir smirking.

Flairmidable's face turned green after hearing Cat Noir say that.

Flairmidable: Croissants ... (another intense stomach growling) let me go, LET ME GO !

He suddenly run over to the edge of the rooftop so he could start puking on the streets. And his puking was uncontrollable.

Ladybug: Oh My God Adrien ! Please detransform urgently, I think your Miraculous may have gotten broken and it's affecting your body !

Cat Noir murmured "Adrien ?!? I mean me ? How could that be possible ? Unless ... Oh no !"

Flairmidable detransformed and Cat Noir saw Felix in his earlier disguise of him. He stopped puking, but his face was still green and his stomach was still growling horribly while he was clutching it.

Felix: Help ... me ...

Cat Noir: Felix ?!? How are you here ?!? Why ?!

Ladybug: Wait, Felix ?!? Ladybug suddenly looked at the ill looking "Adrien".

Felix: You ... How could you ... ugh ... you couldn't ... couldn't have known it was me unless you ... you're Adrien !

Everyone suddenly gasped and Ladybug looked at Cat Noir with horror.

Ladybug: Cat Noir, is it true what he's saying ? You're really -

Cat Noir: Look M'Lady, I can explain !

Felix: You did it purposefully, suddenly shouted a green paled Felix. That croissant, you did this to me ! I will destroy you !

Felix got up and tried to charge up towards Cat Noir, but he was stopped in his tracks by more horrible growls coming from his infected stomach.

Felix: Oh no, not that again - suddenly he was back throwing up and this time he was doing it on the rooftop in front of everyone.

Ladybug: Someone needs to take him to receive medical help RIGHT NOW ! Carapace, take him to the nearest hospital that isn't in the radius of the sentimonsters.

Carapace took the almost unconcious Felix and started jumping towards the nearest undestroyed hospital "Please don't throw up on me dude".

Cat Noir: M'Lady look - but Ladybug stopped him in his tracks while she was examining by the Dog Miraculous.

Ladybug: You know Cat Noir, or should I say Adrien, Master Fu warned me that a Miraculous holder can only get sick while trasnformed if their Miraculous is damaged or their body got altered by another Miraculous' power. And the Dog Miraculous looks to be completely intact. So was what Flairmidable said true, did you really do something to him ?

Cat Noir: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -

Ladybug: What did you ?!?

Cat Noir: I cataclysmed the composition of a croissant and then gave it him.

Ladybug: Why the hell you did that ? You could've killed him !

Cat Noir: I didn't want to kill him, just to make him a bit sick and make him unable to complete this mission, I didn't thought he'd get sick that badly !

Ladybug: But why ? Why would you poison your own cousin ?

Cat Noir: I didn't know he was MY cousin, I would've have done it if I knew. And truth be told, I didn't want to lose you !

Ladybug: What ?

Cat Noir: I thought this was the guy you were in love with with the way you were acting around him and I honestly couldn't stand the thought of you two working together, you replacing me with him, I needed to do something, I couldn't lose you, you know I'm still in love with you.

Ladybug looked at him in horror for a couple of moments afterwards, but finally resigned.

Ladybug: I should've done this earlier. She subtly gave a signal to someone behind her back.

Cat Noir: Do wh- Suddenly Cat Noir was paralyzed from behind his back by Vesperia. Ladybug took the Miraculous from him unceremounisly and he detransformed back to Adrien.

Ladybug: I'm sorry Adrien, but you've just proven yourself unworthy of the Miraculous.

[ravenwriter16]

DCA prompt!

Found this on @dca-prompts! Sent in by @millenniumproductions : For cannon Sun, Moon, and Eclipse…Them catching a virus that makes them have the same symptoms as a common cold. Here you go!

“Guys?!” Belle calls out, walking up the stairs that lead to the daycare attendants’ room.

She shifts her tool kit to better sit on her shoulder. “You can’t hide forever! You’ve already missed four check-ups!”

when no one answers she lets out a long and tired sigh. Getting to the door, she gives them one more chance.

“either you come out or I’m coming in!”

Nothing…

With another sigh, Belle opens the door and shakes her head.

“I’m just trying to help— WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!”

She gestures wildly to the sight before her.

Sun was crawling weakly on the floor, only a few feet from her. His gears loudly squeaking while he moves.

Eclipse’s mouth was open, black oil with a few bolts fall out of his maw as he pukes into the black puddle beneath him.

Moon was overheating. His body emitting clouds of steam.

All their eyes a shade of pea green.

Belle drops to her knees, taking Sun’s face in her hands. “You poor things!”

“I don’t feel so good~…”Sun whines, nuzzling into her touch.

Belle struggles a bit as she drags Sun back over to their makeshift bed. She places her fazwatch on his head.

All three robots watching as her eyes widen at the line of green coding appearing amongst blue.

“You guys have a virus. One that gives you symptoms of a regular human cold.”

Eclipse moans, puking again. Moon makes grabby hands at Belle.

she gives them all a warm smile. “ Don’t worry guys, I’ve got you…”

Belle helps Sun lay down comfortably, stretching out his legs and moving them around. He whines in pain but Belle shushes him calmly.

“You’re being so good Sunny~.”

Belle puts his feet back down. Turning her attention to Eclipse. She grabs a towel from her tool box and gets on her hand and knees.

she wipes away the excess ‘puke’ from the corners of Eclipse’s mouth. He watches her with wide eyes.

Belle sighs and holds out her arms to him. He weakly crawls into them, whining in discomfort and nuzzling into her chest. She pets his rays while lugging his VERY heavy body over to Sun and Moon.

She sets him down and moves a bucket over with her foot. “Whenever you feel like puking again, you just do it in here. Okay sweetie?”

He slowly nods his head, pulling a pillow to his chest to cuddle with.

“Starlight~!” Moon moans making grabby hands again.

Belle walks over to him putting on her gloves. She touches his head, already feeling his rising heat through her Kevlar gloves.

“Poor baby…” she whispers

She fiddles with her fazwatch feeling her hands cool. Soon they become freezing and she reaches out for moon again.

She cups his face and he sighs as his metal sizzles.

while she cools down Moon, Sun and Eclipse come in behind her and cuddle her tightly. All three of them giving her puppy dog eyes, wanting her to stay.

she sighs, “fine…but after you guys get better, I’m dragging you guys down to parts and services any time you need a check up!”

They all weakly nod their heads. Purring fills the room, a nice and loving background sound to have while caring for robot boyfriends…

Sorry it was short! Hope you enjoyed it!!!

[talamabear]

Just some emeto prompts, as I sit daydreaming on this Saturday afternoon…

- on a hot afternoon, characters X and Y get brunch and day drinks at a chic rooftop bar. But on the elevator ride down, Y realizes their brunch (and all those mimosas) is coming back up

- it’s been a long time since X and Y have been to the pizza place they used to love in their youth. After a delicious meal, the two head home on the subway, only for them to realize at some point on their journey that they’ve got food poisoning

- X and Y are a couple. X goes out with their best friend for a happy hour beers and nachos, but goes a little overboard. Coming home for dinner with Y, X arrives to just in time to feel their stomach begin to revolt

- in the middle of the night, X awakens to the sound of heavy breathing from their partner Y, who is sweating and nauseous. But as they try to comfort them, they realize their own stomach isn’t doing so well either. But hey, why not make the best of it, get some bowls ready and put on a bad movie. If they need to be sick, at least they’ll be cozy.

- Two friend at a party overdo it, but end up reconnecting on the balcony while they both get some air. But when one of them gets suddenly queasy and throws up over the balcony, they realize their mess has landed right on the lower tenant’s outdoor rug. Can they find a way to sneakily clean it before they find out?

[blog-moved-lol]

GoreTober Day 26 - Sickness/Puking

Today's Story:

[nightwolf14292]

GoreTober Day 26 - Sickness/Puking

Today's Story:

[jurassicsickfics]

A is sharing a bed with B, who has a stomach bug. Therefore A is treated to a long night of retching, coughing and burping, way too close for comfort as B is using a bucket in bed instead of getting up

[emetoandotherthings]

Medic's Ball

A/N: This fic partially came from this post and partially from @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak who wanted me to write something about Murray. It's taken a bloody long time due to life, but I hope it's enjoyable!

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         “Murray? Come on, we have to get going,” Aleks called, knocking gently on his own bedroom door.

         “I’m nearly ready,” Murray answered back, “just another minute!” Aleks checked his watch, they weren’t late yet, but Aleks didn’t want to risk it. The medic’s ball was a big deal, a networking opportunity that could open up potential options for his career. All of the medics were going to be there.

         Aleks tugged at the bow tie around his neck; then compulsively straightened it in the mirror. He still wasn’t sure about it, but he did know that a normal tie always seemed to look odd with his long hair. Murray had picked this one out for him, a deep plum colour that he had to admit suited him. He checked his watch again, his nerves jangling inside him.

         “Mur-” He started to shout again, but his bedroom door squeaked open and he turned to look at his boyfriend. His mouth stayed half open as he stared at him. Murray was in a crisp navy suit, the jacket tailored perfectly and he was grinning sheepishly as he tightened his own necktie. Aleks took a breath in, aware that he was staring but unable to stop. “Murray… you look fantastic!” Pink spots appeared high up on Murray’s cheeks as he stepped towards Aleks.

         “Well, I have to look the part if I’m going to be on the dashing doctor’s arm, don’t I?” Murray said, thrusting his hands in his pockets and subtly showing off the muscles straining through his shirt.

         “I just…” Aleks breathed quietly.

         “Shut up and kiss me,” Murray mumbled, reaching his hand to the back of Aleks’ neck, and pulling him towards him. Aleks’ heart tumbled over inside his chest as he kissed Murray, he wrapped his arms around Murray’s chest and pulled him closer. “We should get going… Don’t want to be late.” Murray spoke when they broke apart, and Aleks was glad to hear that Murray was as breathless as he felt.

         “One condition,” Aleks caught Murray’s hand to prevent him from moving away.

         “What?” Murray asked.

         “You let me take that suit off you when we get home,” Aleks answered; Murray’s face lit up.

         “Naughty…” he grinned, “but yes, of course… Now, come on, we’re going to be late.”

         The night air was balmy and the sky darkening to a dusky blue as night fell. The boys walked in comfortable silence as they approached the university, but Murray could tell just from the pressure of Aleks’ hand that he was nervous.

         “You’re going to smash it Aleks,” Murray told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze; they could see the lights of the grand hall and hear the chatter of voices. Aleks was tugging at his bow tie again with his free hand. “Come on – just be you. You’re enough.” Aleks looked down at Murray and he felt calmer just by being next to him.

         “Thank you,” Aleks replied; he took a deep breath in and he seemed to grow taller right in front of Murray’s eyes as they stepped forward and entered the hall.

         It was incredibly busy. Trainee medics were decked out in dresses and suits, and dotted around were clearly qualified and experienced doctors. Most were surrounded by eager students, hoping that this would be the night they were noticed/ In among the throngs were waiters, some carrying champagne, wine and fruit juices; others carrying canapes.

         Almost immediately, a waited with champagne stopped by them and they accepted a glass with thanks. Aleks had forewarned Murray that he was going to have one alcoholic drink before switching to fruit juice, he didn’t want to risk triggering an episode. They stood at the edge of the room, Aleks’ height giving him an advantage to be able to see who all was there. Murray felt Aleks stiffen next to him and followed his gaze to see a slightly scruffy looking man with a bright yellow bow tie.

         “He’s here,” Aleks muttered to Murray, taking a rather large gulp of his drink. “Dr. Langston.”

         “The neurologist?” Murray questioned and Aleks nodded. Aleks had been talking about him for ages; he’d been keen on following in his footsteps. “You need to talk to him Aleks.”

         “Yeah,” Aleks agreed, “just, let me work up to it.”

         “All in your time,” Murray said, finishing his own champagne.

         Aleks slowly began to get into the swing of the whole networking thing; he stood on the fringes of conversations, listening in and then somehow managing to become included in them. Instead of the medics being purely self serving, they were all working in tandem, including those nearby with welcome rather than suspicion. Murray watched Aleks out of the corner of his eye; this was the place that Aleks belonged – all of his nervousness and doubt fell away as he discussed medicine.

         “Are you the partner on the arm too?” A girl who was hovering on the edge of the room addressed Murray.

         “Guilty as charged,” Murray laughed, “is it that obvious?”

         “Only if you’re in the same position,” she said, “I’m Elissa.”

         “Murray,” he replied, taking a glass of orange juice from a passing waiter; the room was definitely becoming more warm and stuffy. “At least we get free food and drink!”          “True,” she agreed, “I think that’s what sealed it for me, otherwise who would want to spend an evening being a spare part?”

         “Speak for yourself,” Murray stated, his free hand was tugging at the tie around his neck. The warmth in the room was becoming rather cloying; his cheeks were flushed from it and he could feel sweat beading on his brow and catching the back of his neck. Aleks had floated away into the main body of the crowd, and with a jolt Murray saw that Aleks had somehow managed to engage Dr. Langston in conversation. He could see the doctor’s hands gesticulating as he spoke to Aleks. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.” He told Elissa, turning away from the crowd, towards the doors and the night air.

         Aleks could feel his palms sweating as he hovered around the peripheries of Dr. Langston, who seemed to always be being engaged by a trainee medic. Aleks wished he had the confidence of some of these medics – he couldn’t seem to bring himself to simply launch into a conversation. But the longer he stood, the more he felt that time was slipping past him without any gain. He was trying to think how he could begin a conversation but it seemed he’d been spotted as a voice broke over his thoughts.

         “I must say, that is a particularly fetching bow tie,” it said and Aleks looked up to see Dr. Langston was watching him; he felt his cheeks flush. “It’s almost as nice as my own.”

         “Thanks,” Aleks replied, tugging anxiously at it to straighten it; his mouth had suddenly gone very dry. “I’ve always been incredibly impressed by your work.” Aleks blurted, then felt his face burn from embarrassment.

         “Really?” The doctor’s bushy eyebrows went up. “Is neurology an interest for you?”

         “Very much,” Aleks nodded, glad that his eagerness was not being mocked. “My – my mother died from MND.”

         “I am very sorry to hear that,” he sounded so genuinely sincere that Aleks felt some of the tenseness in his chest relax.

         “And – and, well, I’ve got CVS and I’ve always been intrigued by the reasons why,” Aleks said, then again had a stab of fear – had he just overshared?

         “Really?” He repeated, sounding interested and Aleks noted that he seemed to be surveying him. “What’s your name?”

         “Aleksander Wójcik,” Aleks replied; Dr. Langston stuck his hand out and Aleks shook it, hoping his hands weren’t too sweaty.

         “Well Aleksander,” he smiled, “when you become Dr. Wójcik, I’d be really interested to hear from you.” Aleks could barely believe what he was hearing; his breath caught in his chest. Dr. Langston patted his pockets and produced a business card with his details on it. “Here,” he handed it across, “once you’re an F1, get in touch.”

         “Thank you, I will!” Aleks gripped the card tightly, his heart racing inside his chest. “It was lovely to meet you.”

         “And you,” Dr. Langston nodded and turned away. Aleks slipped the card into the breast pocket of his jacket, feeling like he might just float away onto the ceiling. He made his way to the edge of the room, looking around for Murray. He couldn’t wait to tell him about what had just happened.

         Aleks only felt a little deflated when he had circled the edge of the room and not yet found Murray. He stood at one of the corners, peering over the heads of others in an attempt to find Murray, yet he still couldn’t find him. Maybe he’d gone to the toilet? Aleks grabbed some fruit juice from a passing waiter, drinking it as he circled the room again. When there was still no sign, he rooted around for his phone, looking to see if Murray had sent him a message, but there was nothing. Maybe Murray had found Damian and was in deep conversation with him? Aleks wandered towards the doors that led into the hallway, with the double doors allowing cool night air to flow in. Aleks had taken a good look around, before he spotted a suited figure, there was Murray – leaning against the grey brick of the building.

         “Murray!” Aleks crossed to him in a matter of seconds. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He could feel his excitement, from the conversation with Dr. Langston, bubbling up inside him.

         “Oh, sorry,” Murray turned towards Aleks, one shoulder still leaning against the wall. “I just wanted to get some air, it was so warm in there!” Murray could tell from the grin affixed on Aleks’ face that it must have gone well. “So…?”

         “What?” Aleks asked non-plussed.

         “How did it go with Dr. Langston? I saw you talking to him,” Murray asked.

         “Murray, he wants me to contact him when I’ve qualified!” Aleks ran his hands through his hair, leaving it tousled.

         “Aleks – that’s amazing!” Murray replied.

         “Oh – he liked the bowtie,” Aleks chuckled, “so I’ve got to give you credit for that!”

         “It does go very well with your eyes,” Murray told him sardonically, but Aleks didn’t seem to notice. Murray felt a wave of heat rushing over him again, and he was surprised the sweat wasn’t dripping from his face.

         “It couldn’t have gone better! He gave me his card, I need to put it somewhere safe so I don’t lose it,” he fingered with the card in his top pocket.

         “I’m so glad,” Murray was desperately trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice to hide the fact that he definitely knew something was wrong.

         “It was definitely worth standing in that ticket queue for hours,” Aleks agreed, tucking the card deeper into his pocket. “And now, I’ve achieved what I wanted, we can just have some fun! Heck, I might have another glass of champagne!” Aleks laughed; this was him throwing caution to the wind. “Shall we go back in?” Aleks asked, turning away from Murray to look back to the foyer, where other were mingling too.

         “Yeah,” Murray agreed, he was just going to have to suck it up; he moved away from the wall, but almost as soon as his shoulder had left the wall he felt the world around him pitch and white stars began to flash in front of his eyes. Instinctively he put one hand out and pressed it against the wall, but even this didn’t stop the sudden headrush. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with the fingers of his free hand. He tried to take some deep breaths in, as the warmth flooded his body, and he became uncomfortably aware of his knees shaking and his abdomen cramping.

         “Murray?” Aleks’ hand clasped onto Murray’s shoulder, which grounded Murray slightly. “What’s going on?” Aleks sounded concerned, but Murray kept his eyes tight shut, as then he couldn’t see the world swaying.

         “I-” Murray tried to speak, but he felt as though the connection between his brain and mouth had been severed. “Don’t feel – too good.” He managed to get out, though his lips felt like rubber. He leaned harder into the wall, using it to stay upright.

         “D’you feel dizzy?” Aleks asked quickly, and Murray nodded, though this didn’t help. “Hey – you, excuse me?” Murray daren’t open his eyes, but he could hear the movement of people, and Aleks’ hand had moved from his shoulder to his upper arm, almost holding him upright.

         “Here, d’you need a hand?” Murray heard voices he didn’t recognise, before another set of hands clasped around his upper arm and he felt himself being manhandled into a seated position on a chair. Without opening his eyes, he felt a waft of air and then the flapping sounds of something being fanned in his direction.

         “Here’s some water,” another voice came from nearby; Murray suddenly felt a cold shiver pass through his whole body, and even though he was sitting down he felt wobbly all over.

         “Murray?” Aleks’ voice was close to his right side; slowly he opened his eyes, Aleks was kneeling next to him. Nearby he could see some vague figures, one still wafting him with cool air. “What’s going on?” Aleks asked lowly. “Is it a migraine?” Murray shook his head slightly. He still felt fuzzy and was alternating between hot flashes and cold shivers. His midriff felt tight now he was sitting down, as though it was being clamped in a vice.

         “I feel weird,” he mumbled, still not able to get his lips to properly move.

         “Here,” Aleks had taken the glass from someone behind him and he held it up towards Murray’s face, “take a wee sip.” Murray obliged, the cold liquid felt even wetter than it should.

         “S-sorry,” Murray managed to force out after he had swallowed the water.

         “No, it’s okay,” Aleks rested his hand on his leg and squeezed gently. “You’re as white as a ghost!” At least his outside seemed to be mirroring how he felt inside.

         “At least you’ve got all these medics around you to help,” one of the nearby voices laughed.

         “Yeah, thank you all,” Aleks glanced behind him, “I think we’ll be alright from now.”

         “Well, if you need a hand, yell,” the voice assured.

         “Sorry,” Murray repeated; Aleks’ hand gently squeezed Murray’s knee again to reassured him, but Murray kept his head down.

         “How’re you feeling?” Aleks asked quietly, and he gently pressed his fingers into Murray’s cheek. “You’re a bit warm.”

         “It was so hot in there,” Murray muttered, he felt so embarrassed and wished the ground underneath him would open up and swallow him whole.

         “Did you just get a bit light-headed?” Aleks asked; Murray nodded. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so wobbly, even as he sat on the chair he felt like he might fall off at any moment. He wanted to say yes, but a flash of hot and cold chased through his body, and his midriff cramped tightly. He shrugged eventually. “D’you want some more water?” Murray didn’t really, but he didn’t want to say no, so he held out his hand to accept the water. He took a few sips, but his throat didn’t want to let it down and it felt painful as he forced it. It didn’t help, almost as soon as he’d forced the water down, he felt a lurch in his belly and a sharp jolt shot through him. He straightened up, almost involuntarily, breathing in through his nose as he attempted to quell the sudden wave of nausea. He swallowed quickly, his mouth feeling very wet and the sharp cramping pain in his belly becoming increasingly violent lurches. He was very aware of Aleks kneeling down in front of him and the danger this posed as the pain in his stomach peaked.

         “Move,” Murray found it hard to speak, his mouth filling with saliva that he struggled to swallow. He could have attempted to get somewhere else, somewhere private, but he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him.

         “What?” Aleks seemed confused at this sudden order, but Murray put his hand out and tried to shove Aleks off balance, anything to get him out of the way. “Hey!”

         “Move!” He managed more urgently, his free hand clamping to his stomach as a jerk caused a heave to ripple up. “Brrrhlll!” A thin string of liquidy saliva spilled out of Murray’s lips and onto the ground.

         “Oh…” He heard the recognition in Aleks’ voice. Murray was gulping, hoping that he might be able to stop at that, but more saliva was flooding his mouth.

         “Hic-kurp!” Murray fought down a hybrid hiccup-burp, but he leaned slightly to his side; he didn’t want to throw up on his lap. He’d forgotten how unsteady he was, and as he leaned to his side, he almost overbalanced and fell off the chair. He would have done, if Aleks’ hands hadn’t gripped his shoulders.

         “Whoa!” Aleks held on tight; Murray was still trying to swallow excessively, pushing everything back down into his stomach. “It’s okay – you’re okay.” Aleks could feel him shaking. “God – Murs?”

         “ ‘m sorr – heeulkk!” Another wet hiccup gripped Murray, as the pressure rose in his chest. “Brruuuaaalllp!” The belch reverberated from Murray’s lips and he clamped both hands to his belly, feeling it jerking. “Don’ wanna throw up,” he forced, strained as he gulped down the start of an aborted heave.

         “I don’t think you’ve got much of a choice Murs,” Aleks was moving one hand very gently at the base of his neck.

         “Brrrruuaaarrrrlllpp!” Murray burped gutturally, then his mouth filled with bitter liquid. Before he could even think, his body had reacted. “Brrruuurruuuaaalllchhh!” Murray kept his head bent to the side, and a thick splattering of sick poured onto the ground.

         “Okay,” Aleks rubbed Murray’s back properly. “Get it out Murray.”

         “Bruuarrp!” Murray burped again, his belly lurching and another splash of puke joined the small puddle on the ground. Then, he felt his entire body tense and the charge of liquid that barrelled up his throat, splashing messily and hitting his shoes and trouser legs. “Oh god – huuuarrrk!” Murray barely managed to get the words out before his belly revolted again. His head was swimming as more puke forced out his mouth.

         “You’re okay,” Aleks soothed as Murray breathed raggedly, spitting out the bitter taste from his mouth. “You’re okay…”

         “I feel like crap,” Murray finally managed to get some real words out.

         “Yeah, I realised that,” Aleks said quietly. “Would you like some water to wash your mouth out?”

         “Uuhh…” Murray mumbled, “okay.” He tried to straighten himself on the chair, his hand shaking as he accepted some water and swilled his mouth out. The coolness of the water nearly precipitated the start of a new heave, and Murray closed his eyes and swallowed hard. It paid off for a few seconds, then his chest heaved and the water forced its way out of his mouth and nose. He failed to lean over in time, and sick coated the legs of his trousers.

         “Oh Murray,” Aleks sighed, digging in his pocket to find something to clean Murray up with. He managed to find a tissue to help clean his face, dabbing gently. “We need to get you home.” Murray nodded slightly; he felt miserable. “I’ll call Cain – he might be able to give us a lift.”

         “Sorry…” Murray repeated, he felt very tired and worn out like a deflated balloon. “For ruining-”

         “You didn’t ruin anything!” Aleks stopped him before he could finish. “I spoke to Dr. Langston – that was my goal.” Murray looked up at Aleks, he could see that he meant what he said. “Now my goal is to get you home safe.”

         “Sorry,” Murray couldn’t help it, he just felt so awful. He looked down at his trousers, the splash of sick staining the dark fabric. He groaned, putting his hand up to his face again, and trying not to gag further. “This suit is dry clean only…” He groaned.

         “We can sort that later,” Aleks said. “I’m gonna go phone Cain – see if he can come and get us.”

         “With a – hicculp! – bucket,” Murray commented, one hand reaching back to his upset belly; he didn’t trust that he was entirely empty.

         “I’ll make sure of it,” Aleks put his hand on Murray’s shoulder and squeezed. “It’ll be fine.”

         “Okay,” he sighed. “Not quite how you expected – getting this suit off me.”

         “That can wait,” Aleks gently kissed Murray’s forehead. “Right now, I just need to look after you.”

[writersagony]

Writing Prompt 37

Villain held Hero's hair back while they puked in the alleyway, almost amused at their "rival's" current state.

"This is why I told you not to go into the club to follow me."

[thesewingmachine]

characters puking down their front, making a mess. getting it in their hair or down their shirt. vomiting through clenched fingers or into their own lap. spit dribbling down their chin.

[i-am-too-sick]

Food for thought:

Someone who's been throwing up into a bucket on and off for several hours. Each time they've spewed, they've somehow mustered the strength to get up and clean out the bucket in preparation for the next act. After one such brutal round, they no longer have the strength to get up and clean, let alone pick themselves up from their bed/couch. They set the bucket down on the floor. Hopefully this bout of sickness will die down soon enough, but if not, at least their trusty bucket is nearby. They doze off. When they wake up again, it's to full blown nausea and a cramping, gurgling gut. They jump up from their prone position, but in their haste to find something to throw up in, they knock over their handy dandy bucket, vomit from their last episode spilling all over the floor...