Danger force shots

Illness

Tw: Vomiting, nausea!

Chapa tossed, and turned in bed, trying not to wake her boyfriend who slept peacefully next to her. She let out a groan as her head pounded, like a sledgehammer, that someone kept slamming against her head.
    Her body felt like it was on fire, and a cold sweat settled across her forehead causing her red hair to stick to it. Her belly was doing summersaults, and she hugged her knee's close to her, trying to pray for it to go away.
    She heard the sheets next to her rustle, and she mentally groaned, knowing she might've woken up Bose. "Chapa..?" he muttered, his voice raspy from sleep. "Is something wrong?"
    "I'm fine," she spoke but immediately regretted it as her stomach churned with disagreement. Bose turned to look at her, as she grasped her stomach and let out a groan. He sat up and reached to rub her back in a comforting manner.
    Chapa's stomach lurched forward, and she quickly got up, swinging her legs over the bed's edge. She took deep breaths, as Bose came to sit next to her. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" he asked.
    Chapa didn't want to, but she knew she had know choice when she gagged. She put her hand over her mouth to stop her from throwing up everywhere, and she got up to speed-walk over to their bathroom.
    She heard Bose's footsteps following close behind her. Chapa pushed open the bathroom door, and leaned over the toilet. She took deep breaths, and gritted her teeth as she waited for the unavoidable. She felt Bose's hand glide up and down her back.
    His other hand was rubbing her belly. Chapa gripped the seat until her knuckles turned white as her belly lurched forward. She tagged tha sent her over edge and her dinner spilled out, hitting the water with a sickening splash. "Deep breaths.." Bose whispered to her, as she coughed, and spat.
    She followed his instructions, and took breaths until her stomach quit lurching. She flushed, and leaned back into Bose's chest. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, allowing her to rest. He kissed her head gently. "Must've been something I ate," she told Bose quietly, "hopefully I'll be alright to go to SWAG-"
    "Not when you're sick!" Bose told her.
    "M' not sick.."
    "Really?" He laughed quietly, "you expect me to believe that after I've watched you puke your guts out?"
    Chapa tried to get up, but she stumbled a bit. Bose was quick to get to his feet, and catch her far. He helped her get cleaned up, and when she tried to get ready to leave Bose picked her up, carrying her over to their bed. "Bose!" she groaned.
    He laid her down gently. "You aren't going while you're sick."
    "I told you," she huffed, "I'm not sick!" Bose rolled his eyes, and leaned down to her, playing his forehead onto her. "What are you doing?"
    "You're warm," he told her, and gave her forehead a kiss. "I'll go get a themonater, stay here."