This was your 3rd time vomiting over the toilet, and sobbing your eyes out, and quite frankly Marshall was running out of emotional support words to say.
"He didn't deserve you." Marshall said rubbing your back as you retched into the toilet.
"I can't believe he broke up with me! And gave me food poisoning!" You cough rubbing the vomit off your face.
"Yeah you would think a five star restaurant would have better food.." Marshall said thoughtfully as you proceeded to vomit for now the 4th time this night.
"I'm gonna die alone." You whined as you clutched your stomach and Marshall couldn't tell if you were crying cause you were sad, or the pain in your stomach was just that bad.
"Crying like that you will, Y/N it's been 3 hours." Marshall tiredly said.
"Nobody asked you to live here." You snapped back.
"Actually you did." Marshall corrected.
"Well...Nobody asked you to break up with Kim and get kicked out your house." You snapped.
"She's annoying, we'll be back together next week." He shrugged.
"Why do we attract crazy people!?" You yelled frustrated trying to hold back another urge to vomit. (A:N Sorry Kim, I don't think your crazy.)
"I don't know, I mean we do like normal people, grocery shop, hang out, eat at restaurants then dip out before we get the bills, paint ball hookers..." He listed off gaining an irritated look by you.
"UHGgggg." You groaned.
"Here drink this shit." Marshall said handing you the entire bottle of Pepto Bismol which you gladly accepted and began chugging it down like it was water.
"Here you wanna know the truth?" He said handing you a towel to wipe some access vomit off your face.
You nodded.
"Your a strong woman, who's funny, smart, caring, and don't need any man, and any guy honestly would be lucky to have you, Your dope alright?" He spoke earnestly.
"Thanks." You smiled feeling a bit better.
"No problem." He nodded.
"It's just a shame about the restaurant, the food actually tasted good..Guess I have to get rid of those left overs." You sighed disappointed.
"Leftovers?" Marshall said confused.
"Yeah the ones that were in the container in the fridge." You said.
A strange look over came his face, "Oh shit." He said suddenly clutching his stomach.
"Don't tell me you ate-"
"Yup! Move over!" He said practically pushing you over as he leaped for the toilet.
You sighed as you watch him proceed to hurl everything out of his system.
Guess the both of you were missing work today.
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I don't know why I wrote this. Sorry it's trash.
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Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)
FanfictionA second book of Imagines...that will take you on yet another adventure, now where that is...I still don't know.
