This Blows (Closed: Tag Chuck Shurley)

[needsthumpin]

Kerai didn't really like mornings per se, but she didn't usually dislike them -- until the last few. She was used to rising early, and was able to do so without undue effort, until lately. The last few days she had found it harder and harder to get herself moving, and then there was the sick feeling, which had been getting worse and worse. Then

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[mnightlevel]

Chuck woke up when he heard the sounds of heaving in the bathroom. Tossing on a bathrobe he made his way over in a hurry. He pushed open the door, to see her knelt over the toilet looking miserable, "Kerai?"

[needsthumpin]

She looked up at him, blearily.

"Unfortunately, yes. I'm sick of feeling like the underside of a herder's foot wrap." The snark tailed off into a quiet moan, then a pained retch as her stomach tried to empty what wasn't there.

[mnightlevel]

He went over to her, a hand on her back, "Should we go to a doctor? Maybe you have a flu? We might have a thermometer somewhere around here..."

[needsthumpin]

"I just..." she paused, then gave in, "want to go back to bed," and started to climb back to her feet.