Re: Fate Has A Great Sense Of Humor [Req. Osu & Shizuka]
Sun Apr 07, 2019 5:01 pm

Heat rushed through her body in waves. While the softness of the mattress wanted to keep her where she was the awful, smothering heat left her spinning as she slowly started to regain consciousness. Somewhere far away a voice was calling, one she vaguely remembered from the past but couldn’t place regardless. The sound only caused her to spin more, and when the clattering was added she slowly opened her eyes to glare at the source of it. The moment her eyes met the little cart all of the previously heat returned in one blow. Shaking and a bit panicky, the young Senju tried to get out of bed before the smothering feeling had finished crawling up her throat -

“Bwerrkkkaahhh-”, the pale kid managed when food consumed not too long ago came back to hit the floor. She tried to breathe when more came out, landing next to the nurse’s feet. Tears ran down Shizuka’s cheeks when she puked the third time.

Immediately the majority of the heaviness she had felt in her chest and the heat trashing her body left her. She could breathe a little better now. For a moment. When her eyes found Siu and the kind man she’s met during the hectic day of Ume’s poisoning, well, she felt her face turning red as she used her sleeve to clean her lips and chin. It felt nasty, but it was better than using the blanket. Besides, she could take it off. It’s what she did, quickly getting rid of the thin sweater before disappearing beneath the blanket entirely. This meant including her head. She couldn’t handle them seeing her like that, them - especially Siu - being disappointed, and above all she didn’t even like the light coming from the window. This truly was torture, the young Senju realized while keeping the blanket firmly pressed against her eyelids.

When the world started to spin a bit less and she found the courage to open her eyes once again, Shizuka tried to hide her shame regarding the things that had just transpired. Wondering if Siu had carried her all the way to the hospital or men had to come into the busy streets to pick her up - the question burned in her eyes, but she didn’t feel like asking. For one she was afraid the embarrassment was larger than she could imagine. And then..

Then she realized that there was something she was worrying about.

It caused her to frown lightly. The sign was barely there, but as her frown deepened she suddenly realized that she wasn’t as numb as she had thought to be. Especially not when her stomach turned again and she was quick enough to not dirty the bed but add to the mess on the floor. Poor nurse, she grimly thought with a little towel in her hands. Perhaps it would be smart to bring her a little bucket. Though.. most of the food she’s had that day had already said its farewell to her.

“Sorry..” was the first normal sound she made when it was safe to open her mouth again without the threat of her meal returning. “I.. didn’t mean to.” Was the next mumble. She didn’t dare to look up being pretty sure to be met with various looks of disgust.