In The Clear | ✓

29 | diamonds are forever

A knock at Jensen's trailer door was all that managed to get her off her knees in front of her toilet. Wiping her thumb on her lip, Jensen pressed a hand to her stomach as she made her way to her door and opened it.

            Jensen held a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun that came streaming into her trailer. "Hey, Grace."

            "Jensen," Grace said. "How are you?"

            "I lost my breakfast so if that's something you consider fantastic, then I'm doing fantastic."

            "You okay?"

            "I think I have a stomach bug," Jensen said. There were two weeks left in filming. She could suck it up until it went away. "It's probably whatever Rocky had."

            Grace stared at Jensen for a moment. "That was a month ago."

            "Maybe it lingered."

            "You sure you're okay?" Grace asked, conceding to Jensen's weak defense. "Keira sent me here to send you home for the day."

            "Is she going to let me stay if I go back to set?"

            "She'll say something like you know your body," Grace said, imitating her wife's accent before going back to her own. "And she's not going to stop you from getting those scenes done. But she also wants you to be okay and not overexert yourself if you're not feeling well."

            "Might help distract me."

            "Keep us posted?"

            Jensen nodded. "Can I brush my teeth before I go back to set?"

            "Did you throw up?"

            "If I said yes, would you make me leave?"

            Grace crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Probably."

            "Nope. Didn't puke at all," Jensen said, shaking her head. She'd be honest: she didn't buy it when Rocky did it, and Grace wasn't buying it when she did it. "I'm so healthy."

            As if on cue, Jensen gagged. Pressed a closed fist to her lips and pushed her hand against her stomach. Which resulted in nothing but a sterner look from Grace. Jensen would've taken the vomit over that.

            An amused smile threatened to pull at Grace's lips. "Wanna try again?"

            "I'll be on set in five minutes."

            "Sure. We'll see you then."

            "Thanks, Grace."

            "I know you didn't puke," Grace said, "but I have kid's Gravol in my purse."

            Jensen nodded. "Thanks."

            "Anything you need to tell us?" Grace asked.

            "What do you mean?"

            "Nothing, never mind. Just get through this next couple weeks of filming. You've got it."

            Jensen frowned slightly. "Okay..."

            "Don't stress it. I'll grab the Gravol. Come to set when you're ready. Take your time."

            Jensen closed the trailer door and take her time, she did. About thirty minutes of it. During which she contemplated calling Miles. What exactly would she say? Babe, I threw up in my trailer and have felt nauseous all day. That wasn't something he needed to deal with when he was at work. Jensen was, as unfortunate as it was at that moment, an adult. And she could deal with it herself.