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danafeelingsick · 3 years ago

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ᴅᴀʏ 12: Sick on an empty stomach

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For the prompt "Sick on an Empty Stomach" what about a seasick Kazuha when he first joined the crux fleet? His stomach is empty from the relentless seasickness, but he's still constantly feeling nauseous, and the ship won't be docking for another few days~

A/N i added another factor to this: stomach bug. which could classify it as sick in more ways than one, but i'm not going for completion in this challenge anymore. anyways, enjoy!

TW EMETO

Beidou stopped in front of the door and hesitated before she could knock on it, deciding against it. If she had any luck, Kazuha would've fallen asleep already, and if not, well, he probably had heard her already.

Balancing a tray of fresh water and dried biscuits in one hand, Beidou gently pushed the door open, peeking inside the room. The smell of sickness was nothing new to her, but the sight that accompanied it had her heart tight in her chest. Kazuha was only half-awake, slumped by the edge of his bed, his head looming over a wooden bucket nestled between his legs.

He raised his head weakly, catching a glimpse of her through his pale eyelashes. His eyes twinkled with unshed tears under the dim lighting, his face as white as his hair. Kazuha had only been aboard the Alcor for a few days but he'd lasted more than several other landlubbers Beidou had taken in. Maybe he was paying for it now that the seasickness had finally gotten ahold of him.

“Hey… how ya feeling, kid?” Beidou asked softly as she closed the door behind her, none of her usual loud and rowdy voice making it through the near whisper.

Kazuha drew in a shuddering breath before he tried to speak as if he had to brace for whatever could come out of his mouth, but what did were a few words in a weak husky voice.

“Not good…”, just like her, he sounded nothing like usual, his throat was sore, voice completely shot.

“Yeah, I can see that”, Beidou almost murmured, stepping forth with the plate in hand, but making no mention of it. She could already tell what he was going to say by the way his eyes followed it, his adam's apple tight atop his neck. “How's the stomach? Still, y'know?”

”A bit unsettled…”, he completed, frowning as he risked a glance inside the bucket, where a few drops of murky bile barely covered the bottom. He swallowed uncomfortably, thinking back to how heavy it had gotten the night before, where he had undoubtedly caught something nasty in the middle of the festivity.

“You didn't sleep at all, did you?”, she asked, already familiar with the answer, but still bit her lip when she saw Kazuha slowly, almost mechanically shake his head. “Did you try?”

“I did, but every time I lay my head, everything starts to spin. Nausea comes back even worse than before”, Kazuha remarked, his throat bobbing as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You haven't thrown up in a while, huh? That's good to see”, Beidou commented, eyeing him with caution.

“Nothing's coming up anymore…”, he confessed, choosing to stare at the floor instead, it looked tilted somehow, like it swaying along with the waves, he hadn't grown used to it. He had to bite back a gag, his chest jumping slightly as he barely contained it. “I think I'm empty.”

“Yeah, sure”, Beidou hummed, her eyes never leaving his ghostly complexion, even as she sat the plate down on the bed, taking the full glass. “I bet you already know what I'm going to say.”

“Beidou…”, he tried, but to no avail, the pirate queen just shook her head, nudging the cup next to him. “I-I don't want to…”

“You're already dehydrated, and you'll die if you keep going like this. This isn't just water, I mixed some medicine with it”, she stated, giving the clear liquid inside a swirl, a few white specs gathered in a whirlpool. “I didn't rescue you just to let you die from some stomach bug.”

“I thought it was just… seasickness”, he rasped, bleary eyes as he stared at her. His hands shook violently as he tried to take the cup, but Beidou didn't let go of it.

“I thought so too, but you're not just nauseous. You're warm, you're sweating”, she kept on as sat by his side in the bed, the mattress sank under her weight, tilting Kazuha's frail form in her direction. “Even if you puke this backup, just try it, okay? It's better than not even trying.”

“I just managed to make it stop”, he tried to protest as Beidou pried the bucket out of his embrace, placing it on the ground beside her as if putting away the only guarantee he had of not puking all over the floor and himself would bring any sort of confidence.

“Listen. We won't be seeing land in a few days, so we need to treat you with what we have”, she said, gently putting a hand on his back, and not pulling back when she felt how damp his clothes had become. “Now drink and hope this will kill that bug you brought from Inazuma.”

Kazuha didn't have the energy to fight her on it, so he nodded with a weak hum, allowing her to bring the cup to his mouth. In tiny sips, he slowly drained the cool liquid, trying to savor the relief it brought to his throat, but as soon as it ended, all that remained was the pungent almost metallic taste of medicine. He pulled back, swallowing repeatedly, trying to rid his tongue of the flavor.

“So far so good?”, Beidou asked after a brief moment of silence. The boy had a shivering hand hovering close to his mouth, the other gently planted over his sensitive abdomen. She noticed it, and put her over his, not applying any force to it. “Does it hurt here?”

“No, it's just…”, he asked, trailing off, when he felt something quickly travel up his throat, and burst behind his sealed lips without warning. Luckily it had been a false alarm disguised as a wet belch, but it tasted far too acidic for him to dismiss it. “I don't think it's going to stay down…”

As if to punctuate his words, a low bubbly gurgle came from under both of their hands, almost vibrating against the surface of his bruised tummy. If it had been possible, Kazuha would've flushed, and that would've been an improvement given his situation.

“Try not to think about it”, Beidou suggested, trying to dismiss the increasingly worrying sounds. Her hand floated up to his back and sat there heavily. “You're doing so well.”

“I'm– I'm not”, Kazuha shook his head vehemently and a trickle of saliva escaped his mouth, falling to the floor. It was getting more and more difficult to deny that burning in the back of his throat.

Beidou was about to say something but stopped when she noticed Kazuha wasn't going to respond, his lips were pressed into a thin line and she could tell he was struggling to swallow his increasingly thicker saliva.

He gripped the sheets of his bed and leaned forward, it must've been an unconscious act, because he immediately broke into a wet-sounding gag, clasped a hand over his mouth and sat up straight.

“Please, I– I'm really going to puke”, he nearly sobbed from between his fingers, his pleading eyes filling with tears.

Beidou sighed, and picked up the bucket, bringing it to his lap. Kazuha couldn't even thank her in time, he involuntarily lurched forward, nearly missing the container as the now cloudy and lukewarm water gushed out of his lips. It sounded like an open faucet, the liquid came up violently, all at once and splattered on the bottom.

“Don't worry, I've got you”, Beidou said, rubbing up and down his back as Kazuha coughed wetly, water mixed with stomach acid had scorched its way through his nostrils, only renewing the horrible burns from last night. “There you go, just try to breathe.”

Kazuha tried, but everything ached on his body, his tongue tasted like he had just taken a bite out of the bottom of the ocean. He broke into painful dry heaves, his stomach caving into itself as it tried to come up with more for him to puke.

“Take it easy”, Beidou instructed, pulling the bucket a bit closer when his frantic movements threatened to send it to the floor. While her expression showed remorse, her voice was more of an order, which was that Kazuha heard.

The sick ronin gagged, his heaving only produced another small gush of murky water before he started coughing out that awful burn in his throat. In the middle of his own deafening sounds, he heard Beidou's soft shushes, trying to comfort him.

It might've been out of instinct, or he could've just passed out, but when he realized, he was snuggling up to her side. Their arms glued together as he made her support his weight, his head on her shoulder, keeping him tilted.

“Think you can you sleep like that?”, she asked after a dragging moment of silence. Kazuha just nodded, completely spent, and closed his eyes.

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danafeelingsick · 3 years ago

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NON-KINK BLOGS AND MINORS DNI

Takes place during the Summertime Odyssey event of 2.8, where Aether meets up with his friends for drinks and Kazuha ends up drinking past what he can handle. And Venti finds out he is a quite squeamish.

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ alcohol abuse, mentions of alcoholism, dizziness, two sickies, two caretakers, descriptions of vomiting, vomiting in public, headaches, nausea, fever, burping, coughing, crying

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A/N admittedly i wrote this a while ago, at the start of the archipelago event, but i kinda forgot about it altogether, so here it is now. first time i try two sickies, exciting

Kazuha woke up to a headache brewing inside his skull, leading to an uncomfortable pressure behind his eyes. His head felt light as if he was floating in plain air, his neck outstretched to reach the clouds. It would've explained why every gulp of stale saliva he took seemed to stop midway.

It took him a moment to fully realize the world around him. Someone seemed to be calling him, from all directions, sometimes far away corner, then nearly glued to his ear. He flinched when he felt a tight squeeze on his shoulder, the hairs on his neck standing on end.

Then finally, he managed to open his eyes, finding a familiar face blurring around the contours, colors smudging together, the whole plain tilting. His body felt limp, almost sluggish as he tried to move, realizing now he was inches away from burying his nose on a wooden floor.

“Traveler?”, he slurred, his words barely understandable. His jaw clenched, holding his teeth from clattering together, he felt so cold he could start shivering.

“Kazuha, are you awake?”, he heard Aether call, his voice coming from above him, and he realized who that gloved hand belonged.

“When did I...?”, he started, words dying in throaty grunts before he could formulate more. A sharp pang ran through his head, making him flinch, his headache blossoming into a more concentrated migraine. ”Ugh...”

Kazuha groaned, raising a hand to clutch at his head, but his movements were uncoordinated, clumsily, landing unsteady fingers on his cheek. Heat sparked under his digits, but it felt out of place when his lips trembled out of the cold.

On his stomach, there was an uncomfortable fullness bending his lean abdomen into a plump curve, and yet there was a hollowness right in the middle. A false heat spread steadily, a burning cold, more like his insides had been frostbitten. It stung the organ's inner walls, plaguing his esophagus and bringing a raw metallic taste to his mouth. He tried to swallow, but the motion had his throat spasming slightly, threatening to make him gag when the small bit of drool seemed to weigh on his belly.

The ronin felt a warm touch land at his forehead, drifting to his cheek, cupped in what he concluded were the traveler's bare hands. He nuzzled into the touch for a moment, seeking its comfort and wishing it lingered for more than it already did before trailing down to his neck. He let out a needy whimper when he no longer felt it, seeing the traveler chuckle slightly.

“I never thought you'd be that much of a lightweight, but you really are drunk, huh?”, the traveler commented, rubbing his shoulder sympathetically. “C'mon, let me help you up.”

A pair of dexterous hands slipped under his arms, holstering the drunk ronin to his feet. The sudden motion had his head snapping back, his limbs helplessly flailing as he hurriedly went to cup his middle. His gut sloshed uncomfortably, its contents noticeably swirling inside, making him think in detail of how it felt to be seasick.

But he wasn't in the Alcor anymore, he had long since left the life of a tripulant to roam once more, but once his body grew used to its new sea legs, it wouldn't be easy to forget them. Kazuha swayed in place, his knees trembling like dry twigs threatening to snap under a gust of wind.

Bubbles seemed to vibrate inside his tummy, mixing with the liquid to create a volatile concoction that gurgled up his throat, bringing a vile bitter taste to his mouth. There was nothing more than booze in his stomach, the only solid parts being the fruit of the cocktails he had been tricked into having, only contributing to the risky situation brewing there. Kazuha parted his lips, anticipating a small burp that tasted faintly acidic, he had to put a fist to his mouth, apologizing.

“Here, careful”, the traveler instructed, guiding Kazuha to take a step back, then sitting him back at the table. Afraid he could just topple back to the floor, he held his shoulder against the wall, the only thing keeping him from folding like a sack of flour.

“Poor Kazuha...”, a voice he recalled to be Xinyan's lamented. “So drunk he's falling off his chair.”

“I easily drank double what he did”, another voice bolstered, that bard clad in green he had just met, Venti. He didn't even sound like he was slurring. “He better work on his tolerance, or else he won't be able to keep up.”

“No one can keep up with you, you... deaf bard”, Paimon responded, the accusatory tone barely contained, as if there was more to be said.

Little by little, Kazuha recollected the bits of information that were missing, and almost instantly he could notice that strong bitter aftertaste of alcohol permeating his tongue. The memory of sampling it, how the liquid tasted like it was biting the inside of his mouth, burning on the way down, and that sharp smell... How come he didn't notice?

“Ughhh...”, he groaned again, bringing a hand to his belly, feeling the organ toss and turn under the loose fabrics of his outfit. “What was in that... juice?”

The traveler gave a knowing, albeit dry chuckle, followed by the bard's mocking snickers.

“You should order an apple cider to sober him up, traveler”, he suggested, clumsily setting down a mug, the fresh gulps of his drink still audible in his voice. “Actually order two just in case.”

At thought of it, Kazuha's mouth watered and he could almost taste the acidic pull of fermented apples, his throat bobbed uncertainty and he shook his head.

“Please...”, he grunted, pressing a fist to his lips when a careless burp slipped past him, his cheeks bulging to contain the next one. “I can't... drink anymore...”

“Hah, that's funny. Just now you were mumbling more, more, more while you sleep”, Paimon mocked, trying to liken her voice to his drunken ramblings.

Kazuha would've found the humor in it if it wasn't for his nagging headache growing worse by the second, his vision tilted. He tried to raise his eyes, not taking that hand off his mouth, the salty smell of his old bandages leaving him lightheaded, and met the dim lanterns of the tavern. The traveler must've noticed his look of desperation, the grasp on his shoulder getting tighter.

“Think you can try some water, then?”, he suggested, leaning closer like someone would do to hear a child speak.

“Mm-mmm”, he muttered, shaking his head slightly, his tongue squirming in the imaginary bare taste. Just the thought of adding anything else to his stomach had his throat clenching, winding up for a gag he tried to suppress. “Mmm.”

Kazuha could feel the color draining from his face, his skin growing a degree colder, and he cupped his mouth shut, trying to breathe carefully through his nose. It could've been the thought of food, or just the booze finally getting to him, but something had spiked deep shuddering nausea swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“I feel...”, he tried to speak, but his words sounded wet somehow, slurs dripping with raw nausea muffled behind his hand.

He couldn't entertain the feeling for long, however, it grew from a general unwellness to a blaring threat in what seemed like seconds in his drunken state. He squeezed his mouth shut, pressing his lips into a thin line as the gagging started, no longer able to lock his gullet and suppress them. Muffled gulps denounced his state and his chest hitched, bordering on uncontrollable heaves as he tried to grip whatever was nearby as a last-ditch effort, Aether's wrist.

“What's wrong?”, he asked almost innocently, lowering himself to Kazuha's level.

“Traveler, you two might want to step out for a bit. C'mon”, Venti suddenly suggested, starting to get up from his seat, but his movements were as graceful as a drunken goose, and he nearly tripped over his own feet. Xinyan scrambled to grab him.

“Oh! A-Alright, hold on”, Aether's eyes went wide as the urgency of the situation dawned on him, and promptly he tried to help Kazuha to his feet. The ronin wouldn't budge an inch, his feet were planted to the floor, his hand locked painfully around Aether's wrist. “Come on, Kazuha...”

The drunk samurai could only shake his head stubbornly, unable to bring himself to move. Foolishly he thought he still had a moment to spare, to stay still and let the nausea ease up before he could attempt such a risky move, but somewhere in the middle of that nod, his stomach decided it had enough.

A wet gurgle traveled up his esophagus, erupting in the back of his throat and flooding his mouth in an instant. His cheeks puffed out like a balloon about to burst, taking a worrying shade of red as regurgitated wine dyed the inside of his mouth. The taste was vile, sweet, and acidic like spoiled fruit, making his tongue curl, it took everything in him to not commit it to memory.

For a second he thought could hold it in, his eyes were watering from the effort of locking his throat. Getting sick was nothing new to him, living as a wanderer provided him with plenty of opportunities for that, but now it was different. Alcohol left him powerless.

Aether saw it, and tried to lift Kazuha again, but there was still a gentleness to his actions. As if there was some unregistered strength he was afraid to use. The pulling, even if delicate, jostling Kazuha's frame, making his head bob, sending him further into nausea.

His stomach and chest heaved in sync, pushing its liquified contents up his throat, adding to the volume in his cheeks. The taste, even stronger, seeping into his tongue… He gagged harshly, finally breaking, and a cloudy purplish red liquid burst through his lips and out his nostrils.

Vomit sprayed violently through the crack of his fingers, no matter how much he pressed, it coated his bandaged hand in that deep blood color, soaking into the ties.

“Ack, no. No, no, no”, Venti jumped out of his seat, one hand covering his mouth as he suddenly paled.

“Eek!”, Paimon shrieked from behind the traveler and flew to the other side of the table, where she hovered closer to Xinyan for safety.

The traveler was frozen in place, torn between the choice of freeing himself and skipping from the line of fire, but leaving Kazuha without anything to hold onto while he heaved. He looked down in time to see something red pour over his golden boots. He could only shudder in disgust, shooting Kazuha a look of pity. The ronin sounded like he was drowning.

“Mmm, guh–”, he choked, trying to muffle the sounds, but the gurgling in his throat was unmistakable.

His eyes nearly drove back when he next gagged, his chest jumping to give room for another wave of regurgitated wine. It came up so forcefully that his hand nearly leaped out of his mouth.

It felt like he didn't have control over his body anymore. All the alcohol and juice he had drank that night shot out of his mouth, splattering with a surprisingly soft sound as his hand flew out. The shock had made him release his grip around Aether's wrist, but it didn't help the fact that he had already covered up to his thighs in vomit.

The ronin panted harshly, tears welling up in his eyes as his mind raced, conjuring so many apologies he couldn't utter. He could only wish it would be over soon, that the alcohol would make him forget that horrible night. By the archons, he would never show his face in Mondstadt again.

“Whoa!”, Xinyan exclaimed from the other side of the table, finally getting up herself, nearly bumping into Venti as she backed away. The bard looked as stiff as a statue. “You okay there, buddy?‘

“Oh no... Not you too!”, Paimon pleaded, backing away.

Venti didn't hear her, he was still standing there, trying to look away from the disaster unfolding, but his eyes were wide open. His own throat was now bobbing, his tongue growing heavier inside his mouth, his saliva growing thicker. And without even realizing it, he found himself gagging as well.

It was when Kazuha started retching that he couldn't hold it any longer. The sharp guttural sound of the samurai's throat scraping, the gurgling wet belch cut by a harsh spill, the constant struggled sobs. It had him thinking of his own sloshing stomach filled to the brim with booze.

“That's... bad”, he panted, his mouth dripping, his voice distorted by revulsion. “That's r-really bad– URP!”

Venti hurriedly spun on his heels, grabbing the attention of the last patrons who weren't staring at Kazuha already, including Xinyan. She could've sworn she saw him turn into a flurry of feathers as he bolted for the corner, trailing a path that should've knocked a chair over.

The bard seemingly reappeared against the wall of the tavern, fiercely holding onto it, back turned to the audience as he promptly purged the contents of his stomach all over the wooden floor.

“Welp, one more”, Xinyan sighed and followed after him, leaving Paimon to float anxiously as she watched the scene.

Aether heard the scurring of heels gaining distance but didn't let that take his attention away from Kazuha. The drunken samurai buckled forward with another violent retch, spilling another mouthful of his stomach contents squarely over his boots. The traveler looked past it as he went to stabilize him, holding both his shoulders as he started to slump.

While he tended to his friend, there was vomit soaking into his pants, quickly cooling as the fabric glued to his skin, but Aether didn't have it in him to be mad. Kazuha looked so pitiful that it made his heart ache and even ignore the sharp stench of spoiled fruit and alcohol.

“C-Come on, Kazuha. Can you stand up?”, he tried in vain, finding no signs of an improvement in the ronin's condition. “We shouldn't stay here.”

His plea fell on deaf ears. Kazuha simply buried his head between his legs, waiting with his mouth open while more violent retches wrecked his small frame. Seeing him tremble and spasm like that took a toll on Aether's sympathy and he leaned over, landing a hand on his back. He was shivering under the loose fabrics.

Aether sighed quietly, gently patting Kazuha's back as the dry retching became harsher as if he was struggling to come up with more, but nowhere near done. His muscles felt sharp under his skin, winding up to launch him forward every time he heaved.

“Easy there. It's okay”, he tried to soothe, but Kazuha wasn't listening.

In the middle of his retching, one suddenly broke off into a gush of alcoholic puke, thoroughly soaking his own socks. The vomit splattered mercilessly, sounding too much like an open faucet pouring over the hard floor. The samurai gasped greedily in between bouts, barely able to catch his breath before more liquid erupted out of him.

Aether found himself swallowing a lump of disgust in his throat, trying his damnedest to not look at the multi-colored puddle beneath both of their feet. At least the sounds were drowning out the patron's chatter, he couldn't help but feel his chest grow cold every time he caught their names in a whisper. It was inevitable, the tavern was nearly packed full.

Kazuha let out a pitiful moan as his vomiting finally tapered off, coughing wetly over the disgusting puddle soaking into his socks. His head was spinning wildly, that otherwise sharp twinge in the side of his skull now an unbearable ache that felt like it was trying to squeeze his eyeballs, his brain had long turned into mush.

His mouth was left open, unable to close as dense threads of bile and drool hung from his lips, connecting to the lines of snot pouring from his nose. He didn't even realize when he started crying, but now his chest shook with contained sobs, his throat gluing itself shut whenever he tried to suck in a breath.

He could at least feel the traveler's presence nearby, his hand weighing on his back in a somewhat comforting way. It would've been better if he didn't feel like he was about to fall over.

His bruised stomach murmured and he brought a shaking hand to it, nearly flinching when the organ immediately responded by sprouting a dull ache. The spell had been so violent, the heaving so grating, his gut was trying to turn itself out, expel until the last drop of alcohol left inside of it.

“Mmm... ugh”, Kazuha whimpered as he tried to move, barely an inch off the chair and he felt swift hands lace around him.

“Are you done?”, the traveler spoke from above him. “Kazuha?”

“Hmm? Mm-hum. I-I think... think so”, he nodded weakly, his stomach following. His voice was coarse, barely a whisper as coat upon coats of acid had rendered his throat nearly useless.

Aether remained in silence for a bit, watching Kazuha slowly regain his senses one by one, bringing a shaky soiled hand to wipe his mouth clean. Picking a napkin off the table, Aether lowered himself to his level once more and gently lifted his face.

Kazuha grunted as his cheeks were squeezed by a thumb and an indicator, but didn't try to fight it. He couldn't even if he wanted to, so he stayed quiet as the traveler thoroughly cleaned his face, and then his nose. It barely made a difference, there was vomit on his feet, as well as his lap, and not to mention all over Aether, but it still gave Kazuha just the slightest bit of comfort.

“Diluc's going to kill us...”, he heard Paimon say from somewhere, the name unfamiliar to him, but Aether seemed to twitch as he heard it.

“L-let's hope not...”, he mumbled, looking down as he crumpled the napkin. “I wouldn't—”

"BuuU- urRGH… bLEeeRgHHh!", a harsh retch coming from a far corner cut him off, and Aether turned his head to find a green silhouette against the wall, the antic clothes standing out against the more humbly-dressed patrons.

“Looks like Venti hasn't built much of a tolerance either”, Aether commented with a humorless chuckle, but Kazuha was too far buried in his own misery to care.

Meanwhile, stashed in the far, less populated corner of the tavern, Venti heaved miserably, while Xinyan carefully held his braids back, keeping them away from the line of fire. Not that it did much, Venti was easily one of the messiest pukers she had ever seen, not even a seasick pirate, or a drunken one compared.

She had run after him, thinking this would've been over quick enough and they would be able to avoid another mess, but Venti barely heaved before he started spewing. A sizable wave of alcoholic puke surged out of him, and she could almost tell when his body prepared itself to expel it.

His shoulders locked, his neck stiffening before his head drooped, he let out a drowning gurgle and vomit came rushing out of him like a faucet. Nearly pure liquid splattered between his feet, like rain falling all at once, taking on an unhealthy brownish red color as it puddled on the wooden boards. Somehow it reminded her of chicken broth, but Liyue's cuisine was the last thing she should've been thinking about.

“Take it easy, bud. Here, let me help ya”, she said, pulling his braids out of the line of fire. Not a second to rest before he started dry heaving, his body wouldn't let up, making her think he could end up slamming his head on the wall if he wasn't careful. “Easy, easy.”

Venti tried to say something, more like a warning, but between the intense gagging and the wet gasps, she couldn't make it out. He clutched at the wall, feeling as if his stomach was desperately trying to turn itself out. He refused to believe he had become this squeamish. He, who had survived through the archon war, reduced to a miserable queasy mess. Unable to hold his liquor in the middle of a packed full bar.

“...guh– huUUuRrrRkK!”, he retched, feeling Xinyan's grasp on his hair tighten, not following his sudden lurch, and again, another continuous stream of vomit poured out of him. “EeURrGhh, ugghh.”

“You're good, I gotchu”, she reassured him, sounding genuinely comforting, her blazing enthusiasm still living on, even in such a pitiful situation. “Gee, that's a lot.”

To Venti it was just another day of sustaining a human form with real limits and downsides, but he wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even his gnosis back. Even if someday he caught himself thinking of how it would've been if he had just…

Venti broke into empty gags as the vomiting tapered off, waiting for his stomach to stop throbbing before he tried swallowing again. Groaning almost dejectedly, he ran a white sleeve under his nose, thoroughly cleaning his face while he sniffed. His nostrils were burning with the mixture of alcohol and acid, and his tongue tasted utterly vile.

“Lord Barbatos…”, he muttered out of habit, but always failing to realize the irony in using his own name in vain. “What was that…? I swear I'm not weak to alcohol.”

“You can say that again. I saw you down whole bottles. You'd be a big shot at the Alcor”, Xinyan stitched his thought while she let go of his hair. “But try to lay off the alcohol for tonight, alright? For Kazuha's sake.”

“Y-Yeah, ugh. Watching… that… happen, I think I might, for a whole two days”, he frowned, avoiding looking in that direction. “I'm… feeling a little off now.”

“It's okay, don'tcha worry”, Xinyan said, peeling one of Venti's hands off the wall and throwing it over her shoulder.

Venti barely registered the walk, Xinyan dragged so swiftly he didn't even feel his feet touch the ground. He tried opening his eyes as they stopped, finding Aether and Kazuha amidst a sea of red wine covering the floorboards. He had to close his eyes again, wrinkling his nose.

“Traveler, we should get going”, he heard her say. “This one's out for the count too.”

The bard groaned in response, grimacing at the terrible taste in his mouth. Aether nodded, frowning as his eyes landed on Venti, another drunk disaster on their hands.

“How's Kazuha?”, she asked while pulling a chair for Venti and carefully seating him down. “Is he complaining of headaches? Do you think this fella just rushed the hangover he'll be having tomorrow?”

“Hey, Kazuha?”, Aether called, lifting his head with a thumb, his eyes were glossy, but he still managed a soft huff to show he was awake. “Does your head hurt?”

“Mmm...”, he nodded weakly, almost imperceptible, swallowing before he tried to speak. “My-my... stomach t-too...”

To that Aether raised his eyebrows, instinctively going to feel his forehead again, finding a slight heat irradiating from it. A small hum left him as he drifted to his neck, supporting Kazuha's head on his hand as he did so.

“It might not be. We should probably play it safe and take him Barbara”, he suggested, looking at Xinyan, who was tending to Venti, doing the same. “Actually, we should bring the two of them.”

“Me? No. I'm fine, you two...”, the bard murmured without opening his eyes, his throat bobbing as he kept swallowing. “I'm not even drunk.”

“Is he always like this?”, Xinyan asked, raising an eyebrow, to which Aether merely shrugged. “Alright, can you look after these two? I'll go close our tabs, and, well, apologize for the mess. Apologize a lot.”

The traveler agreed, getting up to his feet, but without leaving Kazuha's side. The ronin seemed more aware now, his eyes darting across the tavern, red and welled up with tears. When they landed on Aether again, spotting the cold vomit stain all over his thighs, they went wide.

“You must be so mad at me...”, he muttered, choking on a sob. “I'm so sorry. I promise I'll repay you for the clothes somehow.”

“Hey, I'm not. So just forget that, alright?”, Aether waved him off, trying to sound just a little softer. “How are you feeling now?”

“Like... ugh, it feels like my head is trying to kill me”, he groaned, all of his graceful politeness spilled along with his stomach contents. “I'm never trying Mondstadt's wine ever again. It's so... fruity you don't even realize you're drinking it until…”

“Hum… I'd think Inazuman sake would be much stronger than that”, Aether recalled.

“Don't even get me started…”

They didn't have much longer to divulge on that, Xinyan had managed to wipe her frown off and was looking a little more cheerful for it.

“All's set. Let's get going”, she said, propping Venti over her shoulder again.

“I guess you're gonna have to carry me, huh?” Kazuha pointed out, trying to sound more playful than pitiful, but he didn't exactly achieve that.

“You're lucky we weigh about the same because you owe now”, Aether shot back, lowering himself again while draping Kazuha's arm over his shoulder. “Come on, up we go.”

Aether lifted him off ease, his soiled feet barely touched the ground as they walked off the tavern through the back door and out into the cold streets of a sleepy Mond. Xinyan followed closely, carrying her own drunkard.

After all that, Aether was sure Kazuha wouldn't be coming back for a visit any time soon. But there was still a lot to happen.

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