08.Apr.21, 11:37 AM
Casa shuddered as her stomach gurgled, roiling messily and bile flaring on the back of her tongue. The young woman swallowed, hoping to remove the urge to puke, and shuddered at the lingering taste of the bile. Lifting a hand, she scrubbed at her face before Zelana’s words processed, and she blinked blearily at the other girl. “Um, sure,” she mumbled, somewhat wary of puking when she opened her mouth. “Its not a secret,” Casa smiled wryly, “fairly common. A lot of parents know how to concoct it, because children are idiots who put anything in their mouths.” A huge part of why Casa had no plans to have any herself.
Casa’s face lost what colour it had when Zelana dove for her bucket, the sounds stirring the already unhappy contents (or honestly, lack there of) in Casa’s own stomach and she curled up tighter, grimacing and hoping against hope that she wouldn’t need to use her own buck—Casa moaned as she scrabbled on the bed for her own bucket and hacked up what little was in her stomach, the attack on her muscles, which were sore from excessive puking for what felt like years, caused tears to stream down her face and her nose to run. Casa scrubbed at her face with her sheet as she pushed the bucket aside for one of the poor junior healers to take care of.
“My brain isn’t working past the pain,” Casa admitted softly, scrubbing at her face again and brushing strings of hair away from her face. She’d do anything for a nice hot bath, but apparently all the bathing rooms had been put on lockdown due to some of them being tampered with. Casa was fairly sure her private bath would be safe but no one appeared ready to let her take that risk. “What I wouldn’t do for a bath,” Casa whined – not for the first, nor the last, time. She gave a wobbly smirk as she wrapped her blanket around herself. “Maybe an orgasm.” Her eyes sparkled, but then she groaned and flopped her head down on her pillow, curling into herself in misery.
Casa’s face lost what colour it had when Zelana dove for her bucket, the sounds stirring the already unhappy contents (or honestly, lack there of) in Casa’s own stomach and she curled up tighter, grimacing and hoping against hope that she wouldn’t need to use her own buck—Casa moaned as she scrabbled on the bed for her own bucket and hacked up what little was in her stomach, the attack on her muscles, which were sore from excessive puking for what felt like years, caused tears to stream down her face and her nose to run. Casa scrubbed at her face with her sheet as she pushed the bucket aside for one of the poor junior healers to take care of.
“My brain isn’t working past the pain,” Casa admitted softly, scrubbing at her face again and brushing strings of hair away from her face. She’d do anything for a nice hot bath, but apparently all the bathing rooms had been put on lockdown due to some of them being tampered with. Casa was fairly sure her private bath would be safe but no one appeared ready to let her take that risk. “What I wouldn’t do for a bath,” Casa whined – not for the first, nor the last, time. She gave a wobbly smirk as she wrapped her blanket around herself. “Maybe an orgasm.” Her eyes sparkled, but then she groaned and flopped her head down on her pillow, curling into herself in misery.