My legs are jelly beneath me. I'm barely holding myself up as I grasp the door of my car. I can't drive. I need help.
My stomach lurches forward. I gag, aiming toward the grass. The world was spinning around me, pushing me to fall, but I didn't. My grip on the car door tightens, making my knuckles white.
Vomit pours from me, splashing against the green. I couldn't drive any longer unless I wanted to end up in an accident. I gag again, closing my eyes and begging this to end.
I take a deep breath, not even being able to cringe at the taste in my mouth. I couldn't focus on that. My head was pounding, making my vision blur. My legs were barely holding me up. All I wanted to do was sleep.
I lean my weight on my car, pulling my phone out. "Hey Siri, call Jisung." I could barely see my screen.
It's only a few rings in. "Hey, what's up?"
"I-I need you to come get me, please." I let out a wet burp, quickly muting myself so he wouldn't hear it.
"Why? What's wrong? Where are you?"
A sob tears from my throat, but I'm quick to cover it up. "Side of the road. Was coming home from work. I don't feel well." Talking made everything worse.
"I'll bring Changbin to get your car. Send me your location. I'm coming right now. Just sit down and take some deep breaths."
I hang up, sliding slowly to the ground. Sleep sounded so good, but I couldn't just yet. Oh, god, I'm so hot. Why is it so hot?
Ten painful minutes go by. My shirt is drenched in sweat. Another vomit pile is near my feet, but still in the grass. I wrap my arms around my stomach, letting my eyes fall closed. Why do I feel like I'm dying?
"Minho! Hey, can you look at me?"
I open my eyes. When did he get here? I didn't hear anything. A tear falls from my eye, but nothing more.
"Can you stand? Gosh, you're so pale."
I shake my head before contradicting myself and nodding. With his help, I stand up. I'm swaying heavily on my feet. Changbin comes out, practically lifting me into Jisung's car.
"Do you want to go home?"
I nod. My bed sounded heavenly.
"Alright. We'll be there soon. Changbin is going to follow us."
I respond in my head. Okay. Verbalizing it would be too much work. I don't have that strength right now. How did I even make it through work?
He pulls into my driveway. My parents aren't home. Changbin lifts me out of the car, following behind Jisung. Before we get to my room, my stomach swirls again.
"Bathroom," I whimper, my grip around Changbin's shirt tightening.
They're quick to act, Jisung throwing open the bathroom door and lifting the toilet lid. I heave, holding onto the wall for support. I was empty now. Stomach acid and spit dribbles out of my mouth, shooting bad tastes up.
"Relax, baby. Deep breaths. You're empty."
After a few minutes of washing my face off, they take me to my room. Jisung brings the trashcan and a bottle of water. I couldn't stomach anything right now. I had tried while I was waiting for them. It came right back up.
"Bin, you can take my car home. I'm going to stay with him."
"Okay, let me know if you need to be picked up or something. Text or call if you guys need anything. I don't mind going to the store."
"Thank you," Jisung nods, watching him leave. He looks back toward me, brushing some hair out of my face. "Do you want to change your shirt? It's drenched."
"Just- take it off. 'm hot."
He swiftly pulls off my shirt, leaving me in nothing. I shiver at the sudden cold. He pulls the blanket up to my chin, tucking me in gently.
"I'll make you some soup. Try to sleep, okay? You can't take any medicine until you have something in your stomach."
I nod, already beginning to drift off. I wanted to ask if he'd just stay with me, but I couldn't. I feel his hand touch my forehead before leaving it. I sigh, melting into my mattress.
•How was this?
I puked 6 times after accidentally mixing some bad things 🤪 it was just medicine and alkeyhaul. My bad. But I was technically sick even before, so it just made it longer and worse <3•
