dress- sylvan esso
JUNIPER
Vomiting is something thats I've always detested.
Literally your meal coming out the way it goes in shouldn't be something that exists in this world.
It's about three am, I'm leaning over the toilet puking up mostly bile and what was left of my dinner.
I have Carl holding my hair back and rubbing my spine with his gentle fingers as each heave brings a slamming pain to my uterus, thank you Carl.
I lean back away from the toilet with my sweaty hair hanging in my face and my sock sweating under all the pressure and vomit dripping off of my chin and onto Carls shirt.
"Breathe." Carl whispers into my ear.
"Everything hurts." I sob. I'm covered in love bruises, scratches on my back, I've got a migraine, a stomach ache and soreness, everywhere.
I thought losing your virginity was supposed to feel good, not like I've been run over by a train.
"I'm so sorry." Carl coos into my ear, thinking that my sickness is his fault.
"It's not your fault, I don't know what happened."
"You exerted yourself. All my fault." Carl explains.
He may be right, I mean I did just go through some pretty rough sex. Damn he's a god.
"You should go to the nurse, I'll take you."
After a few more dry heaves and realizing that I had finally puked up whatever was left in my stomach, Carl helps me into a pair of shorts and covers his own naked body back into only his jeans.
"Carl, put on a shirt." I say as he begins to open the door with his arm draped across my shoulder holding me up.
"Why?"
"I gave you hickeys, do you want people to know we just did it?"
Carl smirks at me as he backs up to grab a massive shirt out of one of the drawers.
He slips it on and makes sure to pull the collar extra low, revealing the bruises and scratches.
"Fuck you, honestly." I spit at his hardheadedness.
"Just did."
"Cheeky."
Without any warning Carl wraps his arms around my shoulders and under my legs and carries me down the hall bridal style.
I may be giggling, but I'm dying inside. My stomach aches with the constant feeling that I'm going to puke and I'm sore all over my body.
"I swear to God, you puke anywhere on or near me I'll drop you." Carl says as he sees my pale face continue gagging.
"Drop me and I'll puke on you, asshole."
"You love me." Carl says as he pushes the door to the stairs open with his back.
"You wish."
Each time he takes a step down the stairs, my head pulses with pain. Moving my body in any direction just causes a surge of pain.
Maybe sex isn't for me.
Maybe pot pie isn't for me.
I had never really thought of this place to poison me. How would they even do it? They're just randomly passing out the food right?
"Carl, you don't think they would poison me?"
;
"Open wiiiiiiide." Janice's intern smiles at me before making me deep throat a flashlight.
"Your throat looks fine."
"I've been puking, not giving blowjobs."
I hear Carl chuckle behind me and the sound continues and I can tell he's about to loose his shit.
"I gotta go, I gotta go. I'll wait outside for you."
Carl walks out laughing and I'm left with the young nurse.
She takes the rest of my vitals and leaves me to wait for Janice.
"That boy is strong..."
I hear Janice say from her office.
"Yeah I know, but that girl may be stronger because-."
"Shut up, I did the examination on him. Do you know how much that kid weighs, Nathan?"
"150? Give or take a few pounds?"
"194 pounds. That boy is 5'10 and almost 200 pounds of solid muscle from living on the outside. He's one of the strongest kids I've ever met."
"Ma'am I still think we should use the girl, She does have her advantages over him."
"Like what? She weighs 130 pounds!"
"Like having two eyes. The ability to see how far away something is while fighting it."
"That's why we should keep her alive Nathan!"
At Nathan's statement, I knew they were talking about Carl and I.
But what did they want Carl for? Why do they want me alive.
Would they kill us?
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