Fart story one-shots 2!

Overtime part 2/2

Summary:

In which Alhaitham vastly overestimates his recovery time from his previous bout of illness.

Part 2/2 of Coffee Break

"Your seriously going to work?"

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow at the question, slipping on his shoes at the doorway ready to leave for work.

"What does it look like to you?" he huffs, turning around to face the asker, who is in the middle of drying his blonde locks. Said man is also frowning in concern, and also irritation.

"You puked coffee two nights ago, Alhaitham. And continued to be sick for the entirety of yesterday."

"That was merely a one time thing. Its out of my system."

"But your fever?" Kaveh nags.

"Its gone. Im heading to work now, see ya." And without another word he turns around and walks off.

"You- I can't believe- you better not come home with an upset stomach aga-" the door slams in Kaveh's face. Kaveh groans and facepalms. This stubborn junior of his... surely he should know to stay home a little longer to be safe.

Regardless, if Alhaitham wants to go to work and insists he's fine, Kaveh will let him. But he's definitely going to be home in case Alhaitham comes stumbling back. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, and besides, Alhaitham forgot his keys anyways.

Meanwhile, the grey haired man walks on his way to the Akademiya, secretly glad his stomach stopped cramping last night. He's too embarrassed to face Kaveh, especially not after what happened the past few days. He feels completely fine, so he should get by this day without a hitch, and Kaveh would be wrong, as usual.

Alhaitham was blissfully unaware of what was going to befall him eventually.

-

It was during a meeting when the pain first hit.

Alhaitham is in the middle of documenting the debate statements of the scholars discussing the benefits and drawbacks of limiting the expression of art, trying to draw up a solution for a balance between art and foul play.

Being the Acting Grand Sage really is taking a toll on him, after all. He's never had to carry this much of a responsibility in so long, and he hates every second of it. And maybe some part of him is anxious that he will fuck up, because his stomach bodes a familiar ache caused by normal anxiety. Its fine, he can get through this. Nahida will appoint a new Grand Sage soon, and he will be able to step down soon enough.

While normally this soothes the anxiety lingering in his gut, this time the feeling doesn't go away. His intestines are gurgling, and his stomach is cramping and feels unusually full. Alhaitham's eyes widen as he takes in the symptoms and draws up a conclusion.

He probably needs to use the bathroom again, and soon. He'd thought it was over, why would his illness act up again now, in the middle of such an important meeting?

This is a meeting that he cannot miss or he will have to spend the next few days trying to gather what happened to document the debate- after all, no one can catalogue a debate as well as the scribe- so theres so way for him to excuse himself. And for such an embarrassing reason, too.

If he had to hurl, it would have been a different story. He could just throw it up in the bathroom and be back in five minutes. But this predicament was different, because he did not deal well with this and his stomach was sensitive and would set off every other movement.