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shounenkitsune · 4 years

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Hangover Sick Fic One Shot

Emeto sickfic with my OCs Connor and Elizabeth. Dunno if I’ll flesh them out more or not, they’re not my main OCs. Anyway, enjoy~

Connor and Elizabeth began walking back to Connor's house, Elizabeth chatting away to him about some video game on the switch or something. Connor wasn't listening though. He felt awful. All he could focus on was his aching stomach. He'd had hangovers before, but this felt different. This was tenfold what he'd felt before.

He woke up to Elizabeth poking him in the face, which irritated him greatly, and he swatted at her hand. He was exhausted. He didn't get to sleep until the early hours of the morning, because people kept talking to him as he tried to sleep on the couch, and even after they left him alone, the noise made it nearly impossible to sleep. He knew that Elizabeth probably woke him up sometime in the early afternoon, based on how much light came through the blinds, but he still wasn't ready to get up yet. The more he was awake, the more he realized how unwell he was feeling. He didn't want to tell Elizabeth though, so when she poked him again, he pulled the pillow over his head to block her out and muttered that he was still tired and to leave him alone. He heard her giggle and start talking to someone else, presumably nearby with how quietly she was talking. Connor narrowed his eyes, then turned over so he was facing the back of the couch. He got embarrassed quite easily, so he was glad he hadn't told her the real reason why he refused to get up. Granted, even if he didn't feel sick, he was still exhausted, and would have elected to stay in bed anyway.

He felt someone shaking him. Connor tossed the pillow off himself hurriedly and grabbed the arms of whoever was shaking him to stop them. The shaking was making his stomach burble uncomfortably, and he was worried he might get sick if they continued. He looked up through squinted eyes to see a mess of blonde curls.

Elizabeth.

"Oh goody, you're awake!" she said happily. Conner closed his eyes and blindly searched for the pillow he had tossed.

"No," he mumbled. "I'm not." He grabbed the pillow and put it back over his head. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but there were chills going down his spine. Knowing his face was hidden by the pillow, he bit his lip in pain. God, his stomach was churning at full force now. He really wanted to just go back to sleep.

"Connor, you gotta get up!" Elizabeth exclaimed, playfully annoyed. She put her hand on his arm and started shaking him again. "It's already noon, and your mom said you gotta be home by one!"

Connor bit his lip harder and tried to push through it and not raise any suspicion by pushing her off him again, but he came too close to spewing and reached up to grab her arms again. Unfortunately for him, Elizabeth grabbed his arms instead.

"Haha!" she exclaimed. She started to pull him to his feet, and Connor knew he couldn't pretend to just be tired anymore.

"Lizzie, stop!" he shouted, his voice dry and cracked. He pulled his arms back and put his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. Despite his face being mostly hidden by his hands, she could see a hint of pain in his face.

"You okay?" she asked playfully, not sure if he was messing around or serious.

"I have a hangover, I don't feel good," he mumbled. Lizzie knew she should feel sympathetic, but she couldn't help but laugh.

"That's what you get for not counting your drinks," she said. "You can't just make another screwdriver as soon as you finish the last one without pausing to see how drunk you are already, dummy." She patted his head lightly. Despite how funny she thought the situation was, she did feel bad for him. He was like a little brother to her, and she always worried about him. He got himself into trouble quite a bit, so she had to watch out for him. She probably should have been watching him more closely last night.

"You need anything?" a voice piped up. It was Alex, a friend of Lizzie's. He'd stayed the night like Connor did. "Water maybe?"

Connor nodded, his head still in his hands. His head didn't hurt, he was just too embarrassed to show his face. He decided to lie back down and cover himself up with pillows and blankets. He wished he could bury himself alive.

"Hey," Lizzie said softly, thinking he probably had a headache. "You shouldn't go back to sleep though. Your mom wants you back home in an hour, or she's gonna be pissed." Connor mentally rolled his eyes.

"It's a five minute walk from my house to yours, and it doesn't take me that long to get ready," he argued. "Just wake me up at 10 til and I'll be fine. If I'm a few minutes late, I don't fucking care. My mom can be pissed all she wants."

Lizzie couldn't help but laugh. "Ooh, someone's a little feisty when they don't feel good," she teased. Connor felt his face grow warmer, cheeks flushing. "Are you actually gonna be able to get ready in five minutes though? I don't want your mom pissed at me because I didn't get the baby home in time." Connor frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. He hated that nickname. His friend group all referred to him as "the baby", because he was the shortest and youngest member. He found it degrading, but everyone else thought it was soooo funny…

"All I have to do is grab my backpack and unplug my phone from the wall and put it in," he mumbled. Elizabeth raised her eyebrow.

"You're not gonna change clothes?" she asked. "Or brush your teeth? Or hair?" Connor sighed from underneath the mountain of blankets and pillows.

"I was gonna do it when I got home, Mom," he sassed. His stomachache was making him increasingly agitated, and he just wanted to go back to bed. At this point, Alex had returned with a glass of water.

"Got your water, man," he said tapping Connor's shoulder. He sighed and unburied himself, sitting up. He squinted his eyes from the sudden flood of light and blindly reached for the glass of water. He took a sip, and quickly realized how awful it sat in his stomach. It felt like he swallowed an ice cube with the weight of a rock, and he regretted it the moment he swallowed. He set the glass down on the floor and turned back to his blanket cave. Elizabeth smiled at him. He was adorable. She shrugged her shoulders and gave his back a few quick pats.

"Alright, I guess I'll come back in about an hour to wake you up," she said loudly, walking away to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. Connor squeezed his eyes shut and held his tummy tightly under the shield of the blanket.

An hour passed too soon, as Connor felt Elizabeth shaking him awake again, this time more gently, thankfully. He felt like he barely closed his eyes before the pillow was removed from his head and he met Lizzie's eyes. She was smiling at him.

"Okay, wakey wakey for real this time," she said sternly, but with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Connor wanted nothing more than to tell her no and curl back up into his mess of blankets, but he felt a peculiar rumble in his belly that indicated to him that he might need to rush to the bathroom soon, and trying to fall back asleep wouldn't quell it. He silently got up and went off in search of his bag. Elizabeth found it odd that he didn’t try to argue with her, but brushed it off.

It was only a minute or two after Connor had gotten off the couch that he realized he needed to throw up, and immediately. He was glad he didn’t try to stay in bed. He made his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could without looking suspicious. He knew he was a pretty quiet puker, so he could throw up without anyone ever knowing anything happened. He’d thrown up in a hotel bathroom when there were two other people in the room and they had no idea, and were surprised when he told them later.

Once he was in the bathroom, he knelt down beside the toilet and lifted the lid and the seat. Looking at the slightly dirty toilet bowl was only nauseating him more, and it didn’t take long before he was heaving. Like he suspected, he was pretty quiet about it. He only made one kind of loud heave towards the end once he’d pushed out all of his stomach contents and he was heaving hard to push out everything else, but it wasn’t loud enough to alert the other house guests. He finished up and wiped off his mouth, feeling a little better now that the alcohol was flushed out of his system. His stomach still ached, and he rested a hand on it. He felt it bubbling angrily. He still felt nauseous, and he decided it might be a good idea to get some liquids in his body for a couple reasons. One: dehydration. Two: A clear carbonated soda might alleviate his stomach pain. And three: if he pukes again, at least there will be something in his stomach to throw up. Luckily for him, they had a two liter of sprite at the party last night, and since everyone crowded around the diet coke, there was probably some left.

He slowly stood up, testing the waters. He felt okay to walk and made his way to the kitchen. The food and drinks had all been put away off the counter, so he checked the fridge for the sprite. Sure enough, there it was, mostly full. He grabbed the bottle and poured a cup full into one of the many plastic cups still stacked neatly on the table. He gingerly sipped it, testing the waters. The bubbly liquid immediately coaxed out a small burp that he muffled in his mouth. His belly really was upset with him…

He took a few more sips, each one resulting in a similar belch. Eventually he finished off the cup and tossed it into the trash. He discreetly rested a hand softly on his belly, trying to help it settle. He still felt quite nauseous, but the carbonated beverage did help some. He decided it might be a good idea to drink some water as well. The sweet aftertaste of the sprite would likely turn his stomach even more if he didn't wash it down with something.

Opening the fridge once more, he put the bottle of sprite back and took out a bottle of water, sipping it the same way he did the sugary beverage. This time it sat differently. The sharp coldness felt like a rock in his stomach. He felt even sicker after drinking it. The nausea was even stronger than before. He turned back to the fridge and opened it, not to get anything, but to hide behind the door while he pressed his hand against his aching belly. He bit his lip and furrowed his brows. God, he had never had a hangover this bad before. He felt a bubbling in his throat, and before he even knew what was happening, he let out a rather large belch. Shit shit shit.

As he expected, one of his friends called out, "Woah, nice one dude!" He absolutely did not want to draw attention to himself. He hated being vulnerable in front of others. He tried to make his face seem as unpained as possible as he turned around to look at them. They were all staring at him.

"Thanks, I've been practicing," he joked. Elizabeth looked unimpressed, rolling her eyes while Conner smiled dumbly.

"Alright, well you need to hurry, because it's almost one o'clock, and your mom's gonna be pissed if you're late!" Elizabeth said in a huff. Apparently she didn't find his bodily functions as humorous as Alex did.

At the mention of going home however, Connor felt a wave of relief wash over him. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into his own bed and fall asleep, to get a few hours of reprieve from the pain he was feeling. He closed the door to the fridge and slowly walked into the next room to get his backpack. He let out a muffled burp as he walked. He was afraid if he tried to hold it in, he would be sick again.

Going back to the living room, he grabbed his phone and charger and put them in his bag and walked over to the door where Elizabeth stood impatiently.

"Finally ready to go?" she asked in a somewhat irritated voice. "It's already one. Ready in five minutes my ass." Connor shrugged. He honestly didn't care. He was seriously considering telling her just how bad he felt so that she would get off his dick and let him go at his own pace.

Elizabeth turned to Alex. "I gotta walk him home, so you can just chill out here for ten minutes until I get back," she said. Alex gave her the "okay" hand symbol and plopped down on the living room couch, pulling out his phone.

Elizabeth turned back to Connor, opening the front door to her apartment. She stepped back and waved her arm in the direction of the exit, motioning for him to go out first. Connor said nothing as he exited, save for another muffled burp. It was getting harder to keep them in. They were relieving a little bit of his pain, though.

Elizabeth walked out behind him, not bothering to lock the door since Alex was home. She ushered Connor down the stairs and outside quickly, too quickly for Connor to handle. He stopped walking and grabbed her arm, not just to stop her from pushing him, but also for balance, since the fast motion had made him dizzy.

"Lizzy, stop…" he mumbled. He put his hand on his head. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, as he couldn't stop himself from expressing his pain in front of her. God, why did she have to tease him all the time…

"You okay?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. She was starting to get worried about him. He didn't usually play up being sick. In fact, she never really saw him sick. He tended to hide away from everyone. Why, she couldn't understand. He was only hurting himself by doing so. But the fact that he was expressing his pain so openly like this meant that he was really hurting.

"Con, tell me what's the matter," she said softly. Connor closed his eyes and covered them with his hand. Elizabeth took her free hand and brushed his hair off of his face and trailed it down his cheek. He didn't resist. He was trying not to cry. He hated being confronted like this. He knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about; people get sick all the time and they have no problem telling other people and asking for help. But not him. But he knew he had to stay frozen like that until he fought the tears back enough, and by then he knew Elizabeth wouldn't accept "I'm fine" as an answer. He had to tell her.

"...I don't feel good, Liz…" he mumbled softly. His cheeks were burning. And worse yet, he could feel another burp rising up.

"What hurts?" she asked sweetly, playing with his hair. "Is it just your head?" Connor swallowed thickly, trying to keep the burp down. He slowly let go of her hand and brought it to rest on his stomach. He couldn't speak the words.

Elizabeth nodded knowingly, though he couldn't see it with his face hidden by his hand. "Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?" she asked. "Maybe you'll feel a bit better if you get all that gunk out of your system." Connor swallowed again.

"...I already threw up…" Another swallow. Elizabeth furrowed her brows in confusion.

"You did?" she asked curiously. "When?" She didn't hear him throw up this morning, and if he threw up during the party it wouldn't help him much now.

"This morning," he said quietly. He couldn't hold back a belch. Thankfully Elizabeth wasn't that close to him. He wasn't as embarrassed about burping as he was telling people he was sick, but he didn't like burping when someone was watching him closely for signs of illness.

"You did? I didn't even hear you," she said, more to herself than to him. He nodded. Elizabeth frowned. "Take your hand off your face so I can feel if you have a fever." She wasn't quite sure if this was a hangover with how sick he was acting.

Begrudgingly, Connor took his hand off his face. He kept his eyes on the ground, though. Elizabeth laid her palm across his forehead, feeling for any heat. While he felt normal, and there were no signs of fever, Connor appreciated the soft gesture of care more than he would have liked to. Since he secluded himself when he was ill, he was never really cared for. He was so touch starved that that simple hand gesture was enough to relax him and make him forget his pain for a few seconds. He cursed himself for being as upset as he was when she pulled away.

"You feel normal…" she said, pursing her lips. She looked him over, looking for something, anything that might suggest this was something more than a really bad hangover. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed, though Elizabeth concluded that was likely from embarrassment due to the lack of fever. She frowned and ruffled his hair.

"I'm sorry you're feeling so bad, kiddo," she said sadly. "You should have told me your tummy was upset, and I wouldn't have shook you so much." Connor said nothing, only letting out another belch. He felt his stomach gurgling, growing hotter. Elizabeth looped her arm around his.

"Come on, let's get you home," she said, beginning to walk him slowly down the road. "I'll let your mom know you aren't feeling well. Don't worry, I won't tell her you were drinking. I would get in as much trouble as you would." She smiled and looked at him to see if he was smiling too. He wasn't. He looked straight ahead, his face unchanged. Elizabeth frowned and bit her lip.

Connor felt incredibly nauseous. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face from the heat that began to spread all throughout his body. His stomach was a furnace. He belched openly, not caring how loud or rude it was. He felt like he was gonna puke any second. The burping helped quell his nausea little by little, though they kept getting louder and wetter each time he let one out. Elizabeth reached her hand behind him and rubbed his back as they walked. She wasn't gonna say anything about the burping. She knew he probably felt sick to his stomach, and he couldn't help it. She felt bad for him.

"So I'm thinking about buying Animal Crossing for the Switch," she said, trying to break the silence and distract him from how bad he was feeling. "Everyone's playing it now, and I wanna know what all the hype is about. Have you ever played it?"

Connor shook his head slowly.

"What games do you have on your Switch?" Elizabeth prompted, trying to get him to talk. Connor let out another large, sick sounding belch and held back a moan. His stomach was aching terribly now. He couldn't help but hold it in his arms as he walked, slightly hunched over. The walk was agonizing. He could barely hear himself think with the dizziness distracting him. He felt himself start to sway slightly, though Elizabeth's firm stance kept him from tripping or falling. He closed his eyes for half a second before jolting them back open. Having them closed for that short amount of time was enough to set his dizziness overboard, and he had to stop walking to regain his sense of balance. The sidewalk looked like it was curling to the right, even though he knew it was completely straight. Elizabeth put her other hand on his other shoulder to steady him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. She looked at him with furrowed brows as she awaited his answer. He took a long pause. His stomach gurgled harshly under his hands and he felt the air rising up in his throat. He was about to let it out when he felt more rushing up with it. He quickly clamped a hand to his mouth and swallowed multiple times, alternating between standing up straight and hunching over. Elizabeth rubbed his back, not knowing what else to do or how to help him. He stayed very still for nearly a minute before he felt the air rising up in his throat again. He knew there was no swallowing his one down, so either he was going to burp, or puke on the sidewalk. At this point he didn't care. He just wanted the pain to be gone.

Thankfully, when the bubbles rose up into his mouth and released it was a loud and wet, gurgly burp. He whimpered and closed his eyes. He kept his hand near his mouth, but made no move to walk. They were very close to his house, so close that they could see it. He wasn't sure if he could make it though.

"Lizzy, I feel like I'm gonna throw up…" he mumbled. Elizabeth nodded and gave him a gentle hug.

"Do you need to sit down? Or do you wanna try to make it home?" she asked in a calm, sweet voice. Her motherly instincts had fully kicked in.

The thought of puking in public, and in someone else's yard filled Connor with even more embarrassment. He couldn't do that to the people around him. He himself was a sympathy puker, and if he saw someone throwing up on the side of the road it would turn his stomach and he would think about it for hours. He couldn't do that to his neighbors.

"I wanna go home," he said, his breath hitching. His stomach hurt so fucking badly now. He couldn't hold out much longer. He let out another wet, gurgly belch and whimpered again. Slowly, he started walking forward, letting out frequent sick burps. Elizabeth was getting really worried about him. She'd never seen anyone so sick, let alone Connor, who rarely even got a cold. She hoped his mom could get him some medicine or a hangover cure to make him feel even just a little bit better. It was hurting her heart to see him look so pitiful.

They were just about to walk across his front yard when he dry heaved, hand shooting back up to his mouth. Elizabeth panicked.

"We're so close, you can make it," she said, grabbing his other hand and leading him quickly to the front door. She opened it hastily and pulled him inside. Connor's hand jerked away from his mouth from the sharp movement. He needed to run to the bathroom, but Connor couldn't walk. His aching stomach grounded him in his place in the entrance to his house.

Elizabeth frantically looked around for the bathroom, but she'd never been to his house before, so she didn't know which room it was. All the doors were closed.

"Oh hey, Liz!" a woman's voice called out. Elizabeth's eyes darted over to the living room. His parents looked like they were playing a game of cards on the coffee table. She opened her mouth to ask where the bathroom was, but Connor's mom interrupted her. "Connor didn't mention you were coming over. Are you going to stay for lunch? I'm making chili." she said sweetly. Elizabeth knew that in a normal situation she should address her question before asking another, but this was no normal situation. She heard Connor burp again behind her and bit her lip.

"Umm," she stuttered, the words not fully formulating in her head. Instead she just stepped back and gestured towards a very sick Connor, clutching his stomach. He gagged again and his hand shot back up to cover his mouth.

Connor's mom's eyes widened and she hurriedly rushed over to him and led him to the bathroom, helping him kneel down over the toilet. He kept his hand over his mouth and his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't want to throw up. He knew it would hurt.

His mom gently grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his face just as he let out another gurgling belch, which resonated in the toilet bowl. His mom began rubbing his back soothingly. "It's alright, honey. Just let it out. You'll feel better once it's out." She gave a few firm, but gentle pats to the middle of his back, then resumed rubbing slow, methodical circles. Elizabeth stood by the door and watched, not sure what else to do.

Connor rubbed his hand back and forth across his belly, trying to sooth the agonizing pain and help bring up whatever he'd drank the night before that didn't come up the first time. He gagged with no success, punctuating it with a loud belch. His mouth hung open as he hunched over the toilet, hot saliva dripping into the bowl and coating his bottom lip. He couldn't care less about it at that point. He felt his stomach gurgling painfully again, and he winced, clutching his stomach with both hands. He could feel it rising again, this time thicker than the last. He knew this was it. What began as another gurgling burp ended with a wave of yellow liquid spewing into the toilet with a plop. The floodgates were open. He heaved again, more yellow sick pouring from his mouth. He left his mouth open so he could get half a second of air in between heaves. He burped up more bile and stomach acid, and his throat was burning. His stomach ached like nothing he'd ever felt before. He almost couldn't bare it. Forcing out the bile was the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his life. He could have sworn he was puking out his organs, or getting a hernia from how hard he was pushing. His eyes filled with tears that streamed down his face. He wouldn't wish this pain on anyone.

Noticing the tears, his mom got closer and half hugged him while he heaved, still rubbing his back. "Shh...it's alright, hun...It's gonna be okay. It'll be over soon. Just let it out." Something about the way his mom talked, the way her hand felt so reassuring on his back, and the warmth she gave calmed him. He felt himself calm down, and the heaves even began to slow. He could get a few gasping breaths and cough in between heaves. Soon enough the heaves became dry heaves, and then they stopped. His body still convulsed as if he was about to heave, but the feeling subsided. He coughed and spit into the toilet bowl, licking his lips and spitting the disgusting residue out. He panted for a minute or so before relaxing into his mother's embrace. She held him and rubbed his back until he was calm. She then reached out to the toilet paper holder and wrapped some off and began wiping his face off; first his mouth, then his eyes with a fresh wrap. His lip quivered as he looked at her, eyes still wet with new tears. He wanted nothing more than to just hug his mom and never let go. He'd never felt this sick in his life. He didn't care if he never touched a drink again in his life, he would do anything to keep from feeling this pain again. But right now he wanted his mom.

His mom gave him a concerned look and put her hand on his forehead, feeling for a fever. She pursed her lips when she felt that he had none. She cupped her hands on his cheeks, wiping away the tears that fell down his face with her thumbs.

"Are you alright, baby?" she asked in a soft voice. Connor shook his head, his eyes filling with tears as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, sobbing. His mom pulled him into a tight hug.

"Aww, I know baby, I know…" She slowly began rocking him back and forth as he cried, patting his back and humming softly. She pet the back of his head, stroking his hair as she hummed. His sobs soon turned to tears, which soon turned to sniffling. His mom held him longer than she needed to. She knew he just wanted someone to hold him while he was hurting, even if he wasn't crying. After a few minutes she asked him if he wanted something to drink. He shook his head firmly and tightened his grip on her. His mom nodded.

"Okay, baby...Let's get you up to bed then, hm?" Connor hesitantly nodded and pulled away from her, wiping at his eyes with the backs of his hands. His mom also wiped his tears away with her thumbs again. He didn't look her in the eye.

His mom slowly stood up and helped her son up, supporting him with a hand around his back. He leaned on her heavily. He felt so weak and drained after that. It was like it sucked the life out of him. He wiped at his eyes again and then put his hand back on his stomach. It still burned with pain, and there was a dull ache throughout his whole abdomen. He walked slowly out of the bathroom towards his bedroom, then stopped at his door. His mom trailed her nails up and down his back.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked in a concerned voice. Connor swallowed thickly and frowned, not looking at her.

"U-um...can I sleep in your room?..." He hesitated. "...with you?" He flushed red again. He licked his dry lips. "I don't really wanna be alone right now…" he mumbled. His mom nodded.

"Of course, sweetie," she said reassuringly. She gave him a quick side hug and led him towards the upstairs to her bedroom. While they passed the front door, Connor paused to look at Elizabeth.

"Um…" he mumbled. He couldn't look her in the eye. "Thank you for...for walking me home...I really appreciate it." Elizabeth nodded.

"Yeah, of course," she said. "I hope you feel better soon, Con." She rubbed his shoulder. Connor nodded to tired to speak. His mom ushered him upstairs to her bedroom where he could finally lie down and get the rest he so desperately needed.

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shounenkitsune · 4 years

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Cake One Shot Sick Fic

Reposted from fanfiction.net, but I feel like I wanna move everything over here bc I prefer tumblr.

Vocaloid fanfic, but tbh they might as well be OC’s bc nothing in the story is relevant to them being Vocaloids XD

Rin stretched out on the floor, trying to get a better look at her painting. She'd already put a lot of water on it. She had to be careful with her next moves, because the paper wouldn't accept much more water here soon. She needed to blend more black into the background, but there was already so much in there, that the rest of it seemed to look like blobs of blue rather than that cool galaxy look. She frowned. Maybe there was another dark color she could use to add depth?

Len released a rather obnoxious belch from his side of the room. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed, one hand resting lightly on his stomach. Rin glanced up at him, then immediately went back to her painting. It wasn't really unusual for him to do that. He was a teenage boy after all. Not that he wasn't respectful, just that he felt comfortable enough around his sister and she didn't mind it, so he didn't feel the need to be so proper and polite. He usually said excuse me afterwards though, but it wasn't such a big deal. Rin didn't care either way.

Rin grabbed a purple watercolor pencil and began shading heavily around the black. She needed it to be prominent, that way she didn't have to use a lot of water to blend it. She heard another large belch as she dipped her brush into the cup of water on the floor in front of her. She brushed it off again and began painting. This happened several times, all of which she ignored, until she started hearing his stomach gurgling all the way on the other side of the room. She looked up at him curiously.

"What's going on?" she asked. Len opened one eye to look at her, then closed it. He muffled another belch.

"What do you mean?" he asked back, not sure what she was talking about. He belched again.

"That," she said. She propped her elbow up on the floor and rested her chin on her hand. "Why are you so gassy? Did you eat too much or something?" Len didn't reply. Most likely he wasn't expecting that answer and got embarrassed. He didn't mind burping in front of her, so long as she didn't draw attention to it.

After not getting an answer for several seconds, she tried again. "Does your stomach hurt? You okay?" Len sighed, knowing he would have to answer her eventually. He didn't particularly like discussing this topic, however.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. He forced down a belch from entering his throat by swallowing. "Must've just been something I ate…"

Rin pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows. There was something he wasn't telling her. Len peeked at her with one eye, then opened both eyes once he saw the face she was making. "What?" he asked defensively. Rin squinted her eyes. Len stared back, waiting for her to do something. This went on for a while until Rin blinked and shook her head. She looked back up at her brother, who looked very, very confused. She furrowed her brows again.

"What did you eat today?" she asked. Len was on a diet. Well, technically he was always on some sort of diet. He had marching band, track, cross country, and dance, so he absolutely needed to be fit in order to keep up with the activity. He was pretty good about his home workouts, which was basically just a run every night before bed. He showered in the morning, which was kinda gross, because that meant he went to bed all sweaty, but that's another reason why they had their own sides of the room. But aside from the workouts, he really had a poor will to avoid unhealthy foods he wasn't supposed to have. It wasn't such a bad thing, since he didn't do it very often, and it's also not healthy to completely deny a kid unhealthy foods or desserts while he has to watch everyone around him enjoy them. The only issue is that he kinda binges on junk food from time to time. Knowing Len, he probably did something like chug a 2 liter, or eat a whole box of pizza rolls.

Again, Len took a while to answer. He knew she was gonna chew him out like always, because she was his "diet coach" (which she appointed herself), and he really just wanted to lie down for a while and relax.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Cake," he replied curtly. Rin wasn't surprised. But it made her think for a moment. Eating a singular piece of cake wouldn't make you that gassy.

"How much cake?" she asked. Again, a long pause. Rin expected the worst at that point.

"A cake," he said. Rin furrowed her brows in confusion.

"What do you mean "a cake"?" she asked, then realized what he meant and widened her eyes. "You ate an entire cake!?" she shouted. Len nodded, refusing to open his eyes and look at her. Rin was shocked that he could eat a whole cake by himself. Where did they even get a cake? Rin looked down at Len's stomach, something she hadn't really paid much attention to, and realized that the more she looked, the more she could see how bloated he was. He definitely ate a lot of something.

"How big was it?" she asked. Len held up his hands about a foot apart, then moved them to the side perpendicular to where he first hand them, only closer together, making an imaginary rectangle about one foot by six inches.

"What the actual fuck, Len," she said. Len shrugged. At least she wasn't yelling at him to go for a run. Rin looked at him, concerned. "Are you okay though? I mean, do you think you're gonna puke or something?" Len opened his eyes and looked at her, surprised that she even thought about that. Normally she just told him to do some sort of workout, usually jokingly, sometimes seriously.

"Yeah, I'm alright," he said. "I'm a little nauseous, but I don't think I'm actually gonna throw up." Rin nodded once and chewed her bottom lip nervously, looking over his body. He looked like he was okay, but Rin was actually worried about him this time. I mean for Pete's sake, he ate an entire freaking cake!

Rin stood up and walked over to his side of the room, stopping by his bed. She pulled up his shirt, to which Len didn't object. He even moved his hand out of the way to let her pull it all the way off his stomach. She put her hand on his belly and immediately felt the sloshing and gurgling going on in there, his stomach kicking into overdrive to try and break down that massive lump of food. She rested it there for a moment before slowly dragging her palm across the smooth surface of his skin, making a circular motion. She felt him tense up, then slowly relax and melt into her touch. She rubbed his belly for a while. When they were little, their grandparents used to do this when they had an upset stomach. Normally it was Len who had the tummy ache, since he was the one obsessed with food, so Rin watched a lot of the time. She started doing it herself at around maybe ten. The first time she did it, Len had no idea what she was doing and it got...very awkward to say the least. But now he doesn't mind. He actually rather enjoys it. Belly rubs are really relaxing, and they really do help with the pain of an upset stomach.

Len closed his eyes, the slow motion of Rin's hand lulling him to sleep. He let out another belch and his eyes popped open again, caught off guard by himself, not even feeling it before it happened. Rin could feel it though. His stomach rumbled again, the air bubbles making their way up towards the belly button. She took two fingers and gently pressed them into his stomach just beneath his belly button, rubbing in a circle, but not moving in a wide circumference. Len's stomach gurgled loudly, bubbling angrily. Len flinched. That gurgle had upset his stomach more and he felt a sharp stab of pain where Rin's fingers were. He almost grabbed her hand and pulled it away, but he started to feel better as the air made its way up. He could feel warmth rising up towards his throat. For a moment he waited for the belch, but then leaped forward and made a mad dash out of their room, leaving Rin standing there beside his bed, dazed.

The bathroom was upstairs, so he ran into the kitchen, dropping to his knees in front of the large trash can. He retched violently, coughing and sputtering as the warmth moved up into his throat. He could now feel the burning pain of the stomach acid in the back of his throat. He retched again and vomited into the trash can, coughing and struggling to breathe.

Len's mom was sitting at the kitchen table playing a game of cards by herself while reading an ebook on her tablet. She was surprised when someone suddenly raced into the room and dropped to the floor in front of the trash can. It took her a moment to realize what was going on and who it was. She stood up and briskly walked over him.

"Len? Hey hey hey, are you okay?" She put her hand on his back and pulled his hair out of his face while he puked. She looked into the trash can and became worried. His vomit was a muted pink color, and it was very liquidy. What did he eat? Or maybe it was blood mixed in with his stomach contents…

His mom rubbed his back and waited for him to finish before asking any more questions. He wouldn't be able to answer them until he was done anyway. After a while, the retching died down a bit. He started letting out low belches instead, with a little bit of retching mixed in. Thinking he was almost done, his mom pat his back and looked him in the eye. He looked tired.

"You alright, baby?" she asked. Len thickly swallowed, then spit into the trash can. Some saliva stayed on his bottom lip though, creating a small string that started to drip down into the trash can. He spat again to get rid of it, but it wouldn't budge. He tried again, but coughed harshly and groaned. He nodded softly, no longer looking at his mom. He still felt really nauseous, and he knew he wasn't done, but he felt a lot better now that his stomach was empty.

His mom put her hand on his forehead, feeling for a fever. He felt normal. She furrowed her brows and pursed her lips, a trait she very noticeably passed onto her daughter. Maybe he ran too hard and made himself sick? The treadmill was upstairs though, so he should have ran into the bathroom, not all the way downstairs into the kitchen.

"You think you're almost done?" she asked. Len mouth breathed for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to be done, but his stomach still felt hot, and it was swishing and gurgling. He shrugged, the motion upsetting his belly more.

"Ohh," he moaned softly. "It still hurts." He was about to take a breath in when he suddenly lurched forward and belched up another string of vomit. He coughed softly, almost as if he was crying. His mom got worried and looked to check. His eyes were watering, but he didn't look like he was actually crying. His nose wasn't red or anything, and he looked more tired than in pain. A few seconds passed before he retched again. That felt like it might be the last of it though. He hurled one more time before his stomach felt empty. He could hardly breathe when he was finished.

His mom pat his back a few times and waited for him to say something or get up. She didn't want to bug him with questions or make him feel pressured to be done quickly. He tended to get embarrassed whenever he got sick. He always wanted to be alone. He surely didn't want her to be there right next to him while he threw up.

"Ohh...I feel better," he mumbled, closing his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and relaxed, leaning back into his mom. He let his head rest heavily on her chest. His mom pulled him up into her lap and pressed her cheek on the top of his head.

"What happened, baby?" she asked in a sweet voice. "Do you feel sick? Did you eat something bad?" It wasn't like him to just randomly throw up.

"I'm okay," was his reply. He was too exhausted to explain any further. He lied there in his mom's lap for a while, trying to catch his breath and get some energy back. His mom asked him more questions.

"Were you feeling bad this morning?"

That just happened to be Tuesday, a school day. The kids had been home for about an hour or so. She wondered if he'd gone to school feeling sick. It wouldn't have been the first time. He liked to hide it for some reason. She could feel him shaking his head, however.

"No," he mumbled. He didn't feel like answering her questions. He wanted to go back to his room and lie down. He felt better getting that out of his stomach, but he still felt awful. "Mom, I'm tired. Can I go back to my room?" His mom bit her bottom lip after hearing that. She didn't want to just send him to his room without knowing why he suddenly got sick.

"Yeah, okay," she said. She rubbed his back a few times, then helped him to his feet. She would check on him later. Maybe he would feel more up to talking then. She led him down the hall to the twins' room. Rin was sitting on his bed, sketchbook in her hands. She looked up at them as they entered.

"Hey, you doing alright?" she asked her brother. She could hear him from their room. Len nodded, his eyes half closed. He was sleepy before he got sick. He was even more tired after his abdominal muscles forced out everything in his stomach.

Rin moved off of his bed so he could lie down. He got in bed and dug himself under the covers. He curled up into a ball, cradling his knees to his chest with one hand tucked between his stomach and his legs, holding his stomach.

Rin frowned and sat down beside her sick brother. He may be an idiot for being so reckless, but she still felt bad for him. She slowly rubbed his arm up and down in a soothing manner. Len whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, curling in even tighter on himself. God, his stomach was killing him. He didn't think he would get this sick from eating a simple cake. Despite the cake no longer being in his system, his stomach still gurgled and groaned uncomfortably. He muffled a few belches into his pillow.

"Do you want some water or anything?" Rin asked softly. "Any medicine?" She felt helpless just watching him suffer.

Len could hardly bring himself to speak. His throat was so dry and cracked from all the stomach acid. "Water…" he croaked out. Rin nodded, even though he couldn't see her face. She went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Her mom stopped her before she could open the cupboard.

"Rinny?" she called out to her. Rin turned around to face her mother.

"Hm?" she replied, turning back to get a glass down from one of the shelves. Her mother looked at her worriedly.

"Have you seen your brother recently?" she asked. Rin slowly looked back at her and nodded, frowning. Her mother bit her lip, concerned.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "He had an upset stomach, so I tried to give him a belly rub to make him feel better, but then he ran away all of the sudden." She saw the look on her mother's face and could only guess what happened when he was gone. "I assume he threw up?" Her mother nodded.

"He was pretty upset when I last saw him," she added. "He looked like he was in a lot of pain. I didn't know what to do, so I asked him if he needed anything, and he said some water would be nice." Remembering that he needed the water, Rin hurriedly filled the glass with ice and water and started to make her way back to their room. Her mother stopped her again.

"Did he tell you anything about why he's feeling bad?" she asked. "He was pretty drained after he threw up, so he didn't really explain anything to me about what was going on." Rin nodded.

"Yeah, he uh…" she shook her head and laughed at him in pity. "He told me he ate an entire cake. I'm sure he's learned his lesson about portion control, though." Her mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"What am I gonna do with him…" she mumbled. Rin shrugged and went back to their room to deliver the water to him. Surprisingly, he had fallen asleep in the short time she took to get it for him. She sighed and set the glass on the nightstand beside his bed. Taking a seat next to him, she leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead before ruffling his hair lightly.

"You're such a dummy, Lenny…" she mumbled to herself, then lied down next to him, spooning him. Len tossed a little in his sleep, whimpering to himself. Rin hushed him and rubbed his arm up and down. Eventually he relaxed from his fitful sleep and fell into a deeper dream state. Rin was beginning to feel tired as well. She ended up falling asleep next to him, keeping him warm while he recovered from his bad decisions. Hopefully he had learned his lesson.

#sickfic #sicfic #burping #nausea #vomiting #emeto #emetophilia

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