Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

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TW: vomiting//sickness

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Sarin woke up in a cold sweat. Climbing out from under the covers, she grabbed a random shirt and went to the bathroom.

Her knees on the cold hard tile and her hands around the edge of the toilet seat, Sarin was just thankful it was clean. She heaved, the convulsion cutting off her breathing for a breif moment as the contents from last nights dinner came up. As her stomach involuntarily emptied itself, Sarin was on the verge of tears from how uncomfortable it was. It felt like her stomach was going to squeeze itself out of her mouth. The silence in the bathroom and rest of the house was deafening when all she needed was help.

Cleaning up her chin, Sarin cautiously stood up, gurgling some water from the sink to get the wretched taste of last nights dinner half decomposed and stomach bile out of her mouth. She stumbled over to her parents room, creaking the door open and shaking her dad awake.

*In Russian*
"Dada, I threw up in the toilet"

Sarin could see her dad trying to process what she just said in the dim light.

"Okay. No school for you today, I check your temperature in the morning, now back to bed" he whispered, his voice thick with the Russian accent Sarin was so familiar with.

Sarin walked slowly back to her bed, grabbing a bowl on the way, just in case she couldnt make it to the toilet next time. Opening up her phone and being blinded in the process, Sarin turned off her school alarm for the day. Trying to go back to sleep, Sarin shut her eyes