#twVomiting

[theroyalthrones]

Behind the Scenes | Various Locations | Rosiers, Toulon, Orillia

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The leaves are falling as Francesca walks. The air is crisp in a way that Francesca had never been used to. Having grown up in the more so humid and warm weather of Castellon. Her little sister is chirping at her on the phone. She will miss these times, Just as she misses the times before the present.

Leandra] Yeah, and my friend’s having a birthday party this weekend. I wanted to go but I don’t no if Papa will let me.

F] chuckles Don’t worry Lea, I’lll convince him.

L] I don’t think you can, he’s already asleep. He’s been sleepy a lot!

F] I’ve got my ways…

As she walks, she can feel people staring at her. They are afar, but they are whispering. As she walks up toward the steps of the building, someone bumps into her. Her things clatter to the ground, but the assailant does not help her pick things up.

Person] watch were you’re going, you gold digging leech.

She feels her cheeks burning, but does nothing instead of walking forward toward her counselors office.

C] Ms. Ortega, there really isn’t anything to complain about. You are on track with a high gpa, and a possibility of early graduation if you keep up the good work.

F]Thank you mr.-

C] but your grades currently… I notice a slip since the semester began.

C] Whoever you might be associating yourself with, might not be in your best interests academically. People like you need to work harder. If things keep going in this direction, Post Graduate options might dwindle.

F] Y-Yes I understand.

C] I hope you do.

The sky is dark, it’s been raining all evening. Lucian and Francesca have been sitting in the library, studying for exams. it’s Finals week, of their sophomore year in school. They’re sectioned off a corner of the busy library. They’ve been there since the morning, and the cluttered desk makes that evident.

Francesca phone rings, it echos in the quiet space. She picks it up and whispers.

F] Lea, I can’t-

L] crying Cesca, it’s dad.

She barely registers the words, she’s up before she can even think. Lucian looks up at her puzzled. She’s hyperventilating, she’s crying.

L] Francesca, what?-

F] My dad- cries harder I-

L] Can you walk?

He carts her over to the door.

L] you need to be there.

F] mmhmm she barely makes out

he cups her face in his hand. he forces her to look at him, to focus on what he’s going to say.

L] Listen, Everything’s going to be ok- you’ll be ok. I’m going to make sure of that, ok Francesca?

F]cries harder

They are now at the airport. They rush in to the check-in area. Things are chaotic in the airport like they always are. Lucian pulls her hand, and spins her around to face him.

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L] Are you sure I can’t come?

F] Yes, Stay. It’s finals, you must take them.

L] But yours-

F] I’ll figure it out, Luc.

L]… I love you, Cesca.

They kiss, and he watches her go. It’s 2093, and little does he know that this will be the last time he sees her in person since that fateful day in the news room, 6 years from then (2099).

Weeks pass as she is in Castellon.

She waits for hours in hospitals that feel like asylums. She is anxious always, she feels the clock ticking. This is a waiting game, her father, in a condition neither thought would be possible.

She is with her sister at times too. Eating dinners in hospital cafeterias after picking her up from school. This is just as hard for Leandra as it is for Cesca. Leandra being the one to find him collapsed.

She has also been feeling increasing sick. She looks and feels terrible in fact. She is fighting symptoms of pregnancy, but of course she does not know that yet. She is also throwing up, and showing signs of pregnancy(and in the details of the post. Show bottles of medicines and stiff)

The doctors come in to announce what had already been in the back of her mind for days now.

D] It’s lung Cancer.

F] shocked gasp C-Cancer?

D] He’s in the fourth stage, Ms. Ortega. It’d be best to get his affairs in order, as he might…

The sentence blurrs out because, No, she isn’t listening. An overwhelming piercing sound overwhelms her. She is in shock, the last parent she has in the world is dying. And it’s too late to save him. In the room full of doctors, Francesca Ortega Collapses.

She wakes up, she herself is in a hospital bed of her own. A nurse who happens to be in the room, rushes to her side. She tries to speak.

F]Wh- What am I?

N] There’s no need to worry. You collapsed due to dehydration and fatigue. Ms. Ortega, were you aware of the pregnancy?

F] Pregn-?

N] Pregnancy—Yes, you are going to have a child, Ms. Ortega.

This shocks Francesca of course, on top of everything, she is also pregnant. Of course things start clicking into place.

“I’m pregnant” she thinks.

Of course, she has been feeling nasceous, sick, fatigued,etc. all of the normal ailments that something like this could cause. She thought it was because of the stress of her father. Of course she understands now, And this understand makes her panic. How is her life going to be even more fucked up than it already has become? How will she go to graduate school with a mortage to pay for? How will she become what she wants with two children to raise(her little sister)? Her life is forever messed up, and how could she wreck his?

She decides she wont, she won’t say a thing. A few months later she begins to show, she’s on the phone with Lucian, who is none the wiser. (in the shot, show her with a close up on the phone, and then a wide show with her huge belly)

L] Nick is on my ass about trying out for the team next year. I don’t think I will.

F]…

L] My parents are forcing me to figure out my degree. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it, It’s just that…

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F] Are you excited for the semester?

L] I can’t be, not if you’re not there.

F] she laughs I can’t promise you that.

L] Are you alright, Cesca?

F] couldn’t be better. fake gleefulness

Standing in the hall of the hospital (another day). A Leandra rushed up to her, saying her father is awake.

She runs to his room, Leandra snuggles up to him. he’s laying in the bed, he’s laying with his eyes open, but he can’t speak. He doesn’t move as she gets close to him, and Cesca knows. She walks up to the bed, and lays her head on his chest. She cries.

F] crying Papa

P] Oh, La luz de mis ojos [The light of my eyes]

F] crying somore

P] I’m sorry for all the trouble i’ve caused, You’ll see. This will be behind all of us.

The scene changes, it’s nighttime. Leandra is sleeping in the bed with her father still. Francesca is sitting in a chair close to the bed. She is also dozing but is quickly awaken by the sound of a loud, singular screech. It’s the heart monitor, he’s dying.

beepppppp

F]waking up Papa?

Nurses rush into the room, it’s chaos after that. Cesca scoops her sister into her arms, as the nurses rush around (***use the motion filter on ps). ****The girls stand apart from the chaos. Francesca is shaking, she is scared. Her world has forever changed.

Fully pregnant now, in her second trimester, the girls are in a small church, they are alone in the pews. The only sign of a funeral is the large wreaths and image of their father smiling happily. And the Casket at the front. She is staring blankly, nothing is quite feeling. She feels a buzzing in her bag, it’s a call from Lucian. She see’s this as she stares at her phone.

She goes outside of the place, she stands alone outside in a dark atmosphere of rain and cloudiness.

L] Francesca! You haven’t answered any of my calls!

F] I’m sorry… things have been busy.

L] You’re voice sounds rough… Is everything ok, Cesca?

F] hoarse laugh I love you, Lucian. You know I do?

L] chuckling Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?

F] I am.

L] laughing now Sure, I love you too.

She stands in the hallway, the atmosphere darker than ever. She knows that’s the last time they will speak.

Time goes on like it always does. We see shots of her kissing her sister on their way to school. She runs off excitedly.

We see Cesca working at multiple jobs, A barista, a cashier.

We see them surviving, we see them laughing. We see her even more pregnant than the last time. (*maybe in a shot with her being in her third trimester with that skin detail. And in a crop top)

In one of the last scenes, she is at work. Fully pregnant and doing her job. She hunches over in pain, clutching her stomach. Possibly show a bit of blood trickling down her legs. Francesca yells in pain.

She is rushed in an ambulance, the lights are flashing. At the hospital nurses are rushing in and out. All she can do is cry, all she can do is scream.

F] NO! No-nooo

The screams fade to black, They are now back in the present. This clip will be brief. They are now in Francesca’s apartment. sitting on the floor or something. They are both crying, Francesca and Lucian.

F] through the tears Are you happy now? 6 whole years later.

L]also crying…

F] I’ve tried, Luc. To protect— I- there is no amount of words to describe this pain… I feel. How did you not notice, Luc?

L] I didn’t—…I-

F] He is- Was yours, Lucian.

L] crying intensified Mine? My?… (clearly in shock)

L] sobbing…

F] leave. GET OUT LUCIAN, LEAVE! Please. crying

he gets up, and leaves. this is it, they’re done.

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi! I need to say thay you're a really good writer! and my question is: you said once that sickfic day 3 of the sicktober (Jk being sick at the airport/plane and getting cared by Joonie) could have a part 2. This request will it be done? I'm about intessed in what will happen after jk's fainting.

Thank you! That means a lot to me! I wasn't going 👀 to but I most definitely will now lol. I almost accidentally left yall on a cliffhanger my bad.

link to part 1: ( warning way too many editing mistakes) https://min-yunki-agustd.tumblr.com/post/697138312051343360/day-3-

Airplane Part 2

sickie: jk

caretaker namjoon

tw: mention of nausea, emeto, etc

word count: almost 1k 🥲

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Jungkook's Pov

it's dark. no, I can't open my eyes.

Jungkook is becoming aware that he's not conscious but is struggling to gain consciousness. He tries moving his limbs but they were still. It was like he was in sleep paralysis only his head was extremely foggy and he can't see anything. He slowly begins to come back to reality. Though He's still unable to lift his heavy eyelids he's become more aware of what is happening behind his body. There is yelling. lots of noise. He hears many voices but the closes voices he could hear were the sound of medical professionals. He figured since they sound so official. He couldn't really tell because though there loud the actual words are jumbled up in his brain. A slightly more distant voice but more familiar voice though grumbly and low. Namjoon? he thought in his own head. He focused back on his surroundings. The soft humming sound of the plane was gone. As if the plane ride was over. He began to come back to reality faster when he felt cold metal touch his arms. He could hear namjoon's voice again. he sound like he was saying something comforting. whatever he said helped Jungkook was scared.

NamJoon POV

namjoon watched over the younger telling him "everything is ok Jungkook your going to be alright." namjoons eyes were a little watery. from the moment jk fainted to when the plane landed namjooon held Jungkook in his arms doing the best he could until help could come. He yelled out and flight attendants came bursting in. He kinda expected the other members to come running as so as he yelled but he learned later that they were forced to remain seated by other flight attendants. The flight attendants fanned jk's splayed body They told the pilots and they did an emergency landing. Calling emergency services so that they'd already be there by the time they landed. Namjooon had to keep it together. No matter how many times he yelled his name jungkook would not wake up or even move for that matter. It felt like ages before they reached the ground and when they did and emergency services came to help, namjoon gave him all the information he could. explaining his parlor complexion, his slightly unusual behavior, and he's going back and forth to the bathroom being ill. Right after He was lifted up and placed on the gurney. Namjoon quickly announced ' HE"S WaKing UP" coming out a little louder than he thought it would. Jungkook's once limp body regain a little life when his eyes squeezed tight and fluttered open. Halfway opened against the blinding lights. the paramedics are plugging him up to things checking his pulse and strapping him onto the gurney.

JK Pov

He was finally out of the dark place he was stuck in. The moment of happiness for finally being away was washed away when the pain came back instantly. He whinnied and squirmed in place. His head felt like tenth thousand pounds weighs. He was dizzy and tho he felt an emptiness in the pit of his stomach he felt nausea rise in his throat. His stomach threatened to lose the bout of stomach acid that plagued his throat before he passed out. In summary, he felt awful now that he was awake. The pain in his stomach made him thrash a bit and fight the restraints that held him safely in the chair. shifted a bit. The pain and making him irrational. That was until he felt a gentle warm hand rest against his arm. It calmed him a bit knowing namjoon was with him.

No pov

The paramedics rolled him off to the ambulance. They had replaced the plane steps with a machine that rises and lowers. Namjoon was allowed to stay with jungkook. Before leaving completely namjoon told the others to tell the manager what was going on and namjoon said that as soon as he could he'd give the name of the hospital so that the rest of the members can come. Namjoon knows they'll probably realize the lie when they see Jungkook's file but namjoon doesn't care that's a concern for hybe. On the way to the hospital was having trouble with his stomach and had to be given a bag. Before he could even tell anybody a splash of clear sick burst from his throat and then lips. Making a mess of his face and his hand when he slapped it against his face. In an attempt to contain the sick. He kept his head in the bag for the rest of the ride after that incident. It was an uncomfortable situation for his stomach but as long as joon was there he felt like he was ok. They made it to the hospital safely. Jungkook was immediately taken to a room and given ivy fluids to regain all the nutrients and hydration he'd lost. He was given serval tests to see what was wrong but after three tests he was told to rest. The members managed to come as soon as namjoon sent off the text of the hospital's name. Jungkook wasn't quite like himself but he looked better than before. During their stay at the hospital (Jungkook and namjoon) namjoon did everything he could for jk. When he needs another pillow, namjoon would call the nurse. When jk needs meds Joon made sure he got them, Namjoon even filled outJungkook's paperwork. When things were a bit more settled and jungkook finally felt like getting rest namjoon brought over a chair and gently played with the younger hair knowing that this movement would sure put him to sleep faster.

Once jungkook was snoring namjoon for a second to himself to relax, it was late and he hadn't even realized how tired he was getting. He walked across the hospital room and turned off the lights. He sat back down in his chair and began to fall asleep himself...

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To Be Continued...

If this fic repeats it self please let me know inn the comments my computer was being weird.

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[vomiting] … Brynn: Is supposed to me be throwing up, not you. [Wyatt hummed, slightly flustered by his reaction; it was supposed to be the other way around] Brynn: Are you frightened? [Wyatt huffed a half-hearted scoff through his nose, frightened was an understatement-.. he was petrified] Brynn: Is normal to be scared, I think. Wyatt: Hm… Brynn: You never once think about creating a family? Wyatt: I didn’t plan on having children, no. Brynn: Why not? Wyatt: What do I know about parenthood? I had three terrible examples-.. I’m selfish, depraved, emotionally faulty… Brynn: You are not usually so unkind to yourself. Wyatt: I’m more than fine with who I am, but that doesn’t mean I think it wise to raise another me. Wyatt: I don’t feel things the way I’m meant to, Brynn-.. how the hell am I supposed to bring someone up right if I’m not right? Brynn: I not think you give yourself enough credit. You feel things for me, don’t you? Wyatt: That’s an anomaly. Brynn: I think over time it won’t be such an anon-.. amon-.. I can’t say that word, but maybe it’ll feel more normal to you in time? Is nothing more special than having a baby. Wyatt: There isn’t-.. but I don’t know the first thing about being a father. Brynn: I not know how to be a mother either, at least we are lost together! Wyatt: I prefer having a map… Brynn: Hm, life does not come with a map-.. I recently accept that I am not so great at thinking things through, and you are not so great at feelings, right? So, maybe we are perfectly mismatched for a baby. [Lost in thought, Wyatt fell silent; perhaps Brynn had a point…] Brynn: What did you want when you were tiny? [Wyatt squinted, unsure how to respond] Brynn: I never feel loved, seen or safe when I was small, is what I’ve tried-.. and mostly failed to find since. [Wyatt chewed at his lip absently; he understood what Brynn was getting at, but surely it wasn’t that simple] Brynn: Come on! What did small Wyatt wish for? Wyatt: I suppose I just wanted to be wanted. [Brynn grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged him toward her, gently placing his hand against her stomach] Brynn: You tell me you not want this? [Brynn held Wyatt’s gaze unwaveringly, waiting; though she already knew the answer] [Wyatt never thought he’d have a child, but he didn’t not want one either-.. perhaps that was why it was so terrifying] Wyatt: [furtively] No-.. I do. Brynn: Then you are already better than my father, and yours…

[abasiceldritchteacher]

I’ve been feeling low lately.

[meetmewheretheliffgreetsthesea]

Sept 19,2019

Damn, I didn’t eat for over 24 hours, then my boyfriend wanted to grab food. Yeet.

Cw: 142.4

Breakfast: 0

Lunch: 0

Dinner: 1/2 bandera pizza bread from boston pizza (475) 1/2 individual cheese pizza (320)

Snack: 1 stick gum (5)

800 cals altogether.

8 cups water (0)

Ultimately purged dinner at restaurant. It happened. Although, I just had water at the restaurant that was good! As well, after dinner, I wanted to binge so bad, but I just sat with my boyfriend in his car and we just talked. The urged passed cool beans

Stay safe, friends!

[wlweatingdisorders]

i hadn't purged in over a year but these past three weeks i've purged four times and started restricting again. i've reached a healthy weight now but i hate it every day and i don't know what to do anymore, i'm trying so hard to recover but my thoughts haven't changed with my behaviors and i'm slipping backwards really fast. do you have any advice?

do you have a meal plan and a treatment team you can talk to about your feelings?

i’m nearly weight resorted myself and i understand how you feel; the thoughts take longer to catchup then my body but sticking to a meal plan has really helped me as i know that if i stick to something, it will become habit and my thoughts will slowly change; i know i just have to stick with it.

there will be days which will be tough and recovery won’t be easy but i read a quote online which is so true: 

“my worst days in recovery are better than my best days in relapsing” which is so true, in the long term it will be so worth it even if its painful now. i wish u all the best and im always here for u!!

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Oscar: Did you seriously just throw up on my shoes..? Courtney: What is that? Oscar: Fish pie? Courtney: Did you make it with rotten fish? Oscar: Excuse me-… Robin: Who threw up? Courtney: Me, honey-.. it’s fine, I’ll clean it up. Robin: Can I eat it? Oscar: Wha-.. oh, the pie! Sure. [Courtney shot Oscar a look of disgust, half tempted to throw up on him again] Oscar: What? The kid eats anything, remember when Lou-… Courtney: Alright. Oscar: Are you okay, are you sick..? Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: Maybe-.. tell that to the rug, and my shoes. [Courtney grimaced apologetically] Courtney: Sorry, I’ll-… Oscar: It’s fine, go lay down or something. … Oscar wasn’t particularly phased by vomit; he was used to being thrown up on by now-.. hell, he’d covered himself more times than he could count in the past. Shaking the unpleasant memories away, he dragged his thoughts to the present. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that Courtney might be pregnant, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; she’d been ill a few times recently, and tired. She’d figured it was just “that time of year” or blamed it on the fact that Robin had started school and decided to share his germs, but no one else had gotten sick yet. On the one hand it was a relief she wasn’t obsessed enough to notice this time around, on the other, he worried she might feel overwhelmed by the news, or that she might be in denial. Impatient to get more done around the house, he’d spent most of his free time working as of late, though he tried to help out as much as he could; Robin threw a fit every morning before school and she’d just managed to start weaning Wren and Byrd, who were admittedly a handful more often than not. They definitely had a lot on their proverbial plates… Still, whatever her reaction might be, he couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of having another child. Failing to notice Lou’s head buried in his “disgusting” fish pie, Oscar flung water everywhere as he shook his hands, used his jeans in lieu of a tea towel and hastily headed upstairs with a grin. … Oscar: What’re you doing in here? Courtney: Thinking about how much we still need to do. [Oscar scoffed, waving a hand, it’d get done eventually; besides, he wasn’t too interested in the house right now] Oscar: I think someone might be pregnant. Courtney: Can it be you this time? [Oscar chuckled, shaking his head] Oscar: ‘fraid not-.. when was the last time you took your pill? Courtney: Yesterday-.. no, today. Oscar: Hmm. Courtney: Maybe we should-… [Courtney trailed off as Oscar gleefully finished her sentence] Oscar: Get a test? On it!

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Cookie's enjoying the new bathroom.. 👍

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An average morning..

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Oh, wouldn't it be lovely to feel somethin' for once? Yeah, wouldn't it be lovely to feel worth somethin', huh? [x]

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Brynn: Awh, is normal to lose hope… Sometimes is good, you feel better after it passes. Genesis: Will you stop babying her, Brynn?! Brynn: You did same once! Genesis: [snorts] You’re not sick, are you? I don’t want your germs.

Courtney: No. Brynn: Don’t be mean. Genesis: I’m tired of the woe is me act; this isn’t the worst place on earth, y’know. Who do you think you are? The fucking Que-…

Courtney: I’ve never once said or thought I’m better than any of you. I’m not judging anyone, do what you want with your life; but this isn’t my life and I don’t want to be here, sorry that pisses you off so much. Genesis. Kinda seems like you’re jud-… Courtney: Well, I’m fucking not. I just wish everyone would stop expecting me to be pleased about being stuck here.

Brynn: Arguing is not helping, Sissy! Genesis: Sorry. Brynn: Maybe take bath? That always makes me feel better. Courtney: [sighs] Sure.

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Randy: Jesus, Sandy; will ya quit wriggling!? Courtney: Get your goddamn hands off me! Randy: In a minute! …

Randy: Evening, gang! I've brought you a new friend. She's a little worse for wear right now, long day n' all that. She’s on you guys! ?: On us?

Randy: As in, look after her. C’mon, Brynn. Brynn: Oh, okay. Sorry. Randy: Nighty night, lovelies. [DOOR CLOSES & LOCKS] ?: Did he just lock the fucking door? ?: Yup. ?: For fuck’s sake, I was supposed to go n' meet Robert later. ?: No booty call for Bobby. ?: Tch, asshole. [BATHROOM DOOR SLAMS] ?: That thing's gonna fall off its hinges again if she ain't careful. Who's gonna check on her? ?: Dibs not it. Brynn: I am it, I suppose. …

[VOMITING] Brynn: Awh, you have bad day? Courtney: [sniffs] Where am I? Brynn: The Highway Motel. Courtney: What? Brynn: Like shit hotel, yes? Courtney: Where though?! Brynn: Del Sol Valley. Courtney: [sobs] Brynn: Is not so bad... Courtney: I'm not supposed to be here! Brynn: Come, sleep. Tomorrow will be better.

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Vet visit.

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Food poisoned...

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Courtney: You look at it.

Sara: Why me?!

Courtney: You’re the one that made me freak out about it!

Sara: But you’ve pissed on it.

Courtney: Take it!

Sara: Ugh.

Courtney: What does it say?

Sara: Looks like Aspen owes you a tenner, and I need some bleach.

Courtney: It’s negative?

Sara: Yeah.

Aspen: Crisis over.

Sara: Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, but you could have been!

Courtney: ...

Sara: Courtney?

Aspen: Did you not want it to be negative?

Courtney: No... Yes? I don’t know.

Sara: Probably wouldn’t have been ideal right now...

Courtney: I know that!

Aspen: There’ll be a better time.

Sara: It wouldn’t have fixed anything Courtney.

Courtney: [sighs] I know. But he would have-...

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Aspen: Awh... You’ll feel better soon.

Sara: ...

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Lila: Well, you don’t look good Court. Hungover?

Courtney: Ugh, I wish. I had sushi last night and it did not agree with me. I’ve been up all night.

Lila: Maybe you should ask Tristan to swap with you on the rota. You don’t wanna barf while you’re on reception.

Courtney: Good idea.

Courtney: Triss, will you cover reception for me today? I’ll do your shift tomorrow...

Tristan: Oh, sure. No biggie! Isla would let you go home if you’re sick you know.

Courtney: I’ll be alright. Thanks.

Isla: [tuts] Not that one, click on that one!

Lila: I did! It’s fudged, even Courtney can’t get it working, and she’s better with technology than me. Right?

Courtney: Mhm...

Lila: You good?

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Isla: She better not have have come to work with norovirus. It’s the prime time of year for that nonsense.

Lila: She said it was bad sushi.

Isla: Hmmm. Go and tell her to go home, I’d rather not risk it.

...

Lila: Are you alright?

Courtney: Peachy.

Lila: Isla said it’s best if you go home for the day.

Courtney: I’m never gonna be able to eat sushi again... I can still taste it.

Lila: Ugh! Please, too much information.

Courtney: Hah, sorry.

...

[KNOCKING]

Sara: Yoohoo!

Courtney: [groans] Shit.

Aspen: You don’t look too hot.

Sara: We were gonna go bug Cole since he said it was a slow night but-... You look like trash.

Courtney: This is your fault. Making me go eat dodgy sushi with Wyatt.

Sara: Ew. Are you sure you’re not sick?

Courtney: It’d be pretty coincidental if I was. I got sick a couple hours after getting back.

Aspen: Awh, maybe we should stay here.

Courtney: Yeah, keep me company. Hold my hair back.

Sara: I am not coming near you.

Aspen: [snickers] C’mon, it’ll be like a slumber party. Just ignore the barf.. and the fact that we’re probably too old.

Courtney: Pfft, you can’t be too old for a sleepover.

Sara: [sighs] Fine. But if you get me sick, I’m gonna sue you.

Courtney: Yeah, ‘cause I’m so loaded.