Then They Happened

Chapter 4

A/N- I'm changing just a bit at the end. More like taking out a bit. I got stuck so I'm just gonna remove what's giving me problems and head down a diff. road. 02/20/19

I flail my hand around blindly for my trashcan I keep by the bed but I come up empty. I mentally curse every God I can think of, now is not the time for misplaced trash cans. I can feel it creaping up my throat like a demon spirit at an exorcism. I groan and try to shift closer to the edge of the bed but something is holding me back. I open my eyes. This isn't my bed hell it isn't even my room! Panic joins the impending reappearance of fruit and grilled cheese as I try to untangle myself from the blankets that are not mine. My hands claw at warm skin, not my skin. I force some of the panic away so I can focus on the arm that is holding me hostage in a room that is not mine on a bed I don't recognize. I yelp loudly and throw myself over the edge of the bed using all the momentum I could find.

Despite being in an unatural environment I still frantically search the room with now open eyes for a trash can, a bucket, an empty cup...anything that could serve the purpose. Under the bed I spot a stray plastic bag and as I reach for it I pray it doesn't have holes in the bottom. I pushed the potential kidnapping to the back of my mind as the sludge liberates itself from my throat in what I'm sure is a spectacular display of sickness. Arms wrap around my waste and half drag half carry my body towards another room. This is it. This is how I die. The plastic bag is ripped from my grasp and in place of it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. A toilet. I smile and chuckle broken before making friends with the porcelain but not before telling who ever else is here that they are too nice to be in their line of work..or play..whatever kidnapping is for them-they are too nice.

Don't know how long I introduced my insides to the toilet but when it was all said and done my cheek was pressed into the seat as I heaved for oxygen. My eyes snapped open when the toilet flushes reminding me of my situation. I watch the arm disappear behind me but I don't have the energy to move or be afraid of nice kidnappers.

"Trouble? You fucking back in the land of the living yet?" Gabe? The memories of last night, earlier today rush through my mind.

"Well its good to know I wasn't kidnapped by shitty kidnappers" I mumble. "I'm as alive as I'm gonna get right now Meanie." I say closing my eyes again, not moving. There's no need, I'm safe right here with the toilet and the not kidnappers.

"Muffin, let's get you back to the bed ok."

I groan my disapproval.

"I know your tired but if you stay here longer than necessary your going to hurt yourself. So come on, doctors orders."

"Oy he's not going fucking anywhere till we get all the puke off his face." Gabe calls.

"Fuck you, m'not moving. And fuck you too Meanie, there's no glamorous way to vomit. Sometimes it just ends up everywhere like fucking glitter. M'not sorry" I pout opening my eyes to look down at myself and my surrounding area. Bits and chunks were everywhere, almost like I never made it into the toilet. "Ok, now I'm sorry. This is fucking super disgusting. Gabe wins but I'm still not fucking moving. Just put a rag in my hand or something. Better yet leave me here, save yourselves I'm sure in like an hour I'll be back at it anywy just let me destroy this bathroom and then burn it to the ground. I'll talk to Mr. Blackbourne, make him see reason. I think he'll listen you'll see."

"What the hell is this? The beginning of some type of zombie apocalypse movie?" Nathan chuckled.

Jesus how many of them can fit in here. It's bathroom nd they are all freaking huge.