Bleck gasp glurck Caitlyn nearly gags at the sounds coming from the bathroom.
"I told you to wear a jacket. You probably caught the flu." She scolds.
"Im fine." Vis hunched over the toilet, letting herself crumple a bit as her stomach settles.
Caitlyn looks to the clock on the bedside table. It reads just past 3:00 am. "Ill make you soup when youre done." Vi lurches. "Do you have a fever?"
"I said im fine, Cait." Its silent for a moment, Vis breathing heavy. "100 degrees ferenheight." She reads. More lurching follows.
"My word, love." Caitlyn enters the bathroom, sits next to Vi, and rubs her back. She ignores the smell of vomit as more splashes into the toilet below.
"I told you im fine."
"Vi." Caitlyn gives her a pointed look.
"Cait." Vi mocks.
"Let me take care of you, Violet." Vi huffs. She wants to say "no", but she also knows Caitlyn wont stop bugging her.
"...Fine." Vi gets up, brushes her teeth, then collapses on her side of the bed.
Caitlyn gets a cool compress for Vis forehead, before heading down stairs to make Vi chicken noodle soup.
