Liz & Evelyn

Always Read The Label

*vomit warning*
*emetophobia warning*

Dinner was good.  Especially good given that it involved zero cooking or shopping; the food was leftover from a party the previous night. 

By the time they were finished, Evelyn was comfortably full and Liz was... stuffed.  Evelyn looked across the table at her girlfriend, who was leaning back in her chair, hand over her now-bloated stomach, content.

"I am so full," Liz said through a smile, burping softly into her hand.  "You have to get the recipe for the dressing on that salad."
"Mmm that was good, wasn't it?" Evelyn smiled, standing to clear the table. 

Liz nodded, standing as well.  "What should we watch?"
"Something dark," Liz replied, swallowing the last of her water as she picked up dirty dishes.
"Hmm... what about Hannibal?"  A pause, as Evelyn eyed Liz's swollen belly, pushing lightly against her shirt.  "Can you stomach the blood, do you think?"
"You know I can," Liz said lightly, kissing Evelyn as she walked into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, the two women were pressed against each other on the couch, watching the show in silence.  But something was... off.  Liz kept shifting around, apparently having a hard time finding a comfortable position.  Evelyn could hear her tummy making gurgling noises, but she'd eaten quite a bit, and that was just digestion.  Right?

"Are you okay, babe?" Evelyn asked after Liz shifted yet again, her voice soft in her girlfriend's ear.  Liz turned to look at her, and Evelyn knew immediately it was not 'just digestion.'  Liz looked pale and – green, somehow.  And the expression on her face was... concerning.  "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel good, Ev.  I... maybe we shouldn't be watching this, I don't know."  Liz glanced back at the screen.  Hannibal was busy preparing a beautiful meal... with human body parts.  Liz swallowed hard, her stomach rolling.  "I feel sick."

Evelyn turned the TV off, rubbing Liz's shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe.  I shouldn't have – we shouldn't watch that after eating.  Do you want some water, maybe?"

Liz shuddered involuntarily, a horrible ache in her belly intensifying alongside the nausea that had appeared oddly quickly.  "No... I feel like... there wasn't cumin in anything we ate, right?"

"No, of course not.  Everyone knew about your allergy.  And there was nothing that..." Evelyn trailed off, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest as she remembered the chili.  What if...?  Oh no.  Fuck.  She bit her lip, considering the possibility...  "Oh god Liz, I – it's possible Rita forgot, or used some accidentally, I'm not sure...  What can I do?"

Liz bent forward a little, clutching her stomach. 
There was saliva in her mouth already, her heart pounding as she tried not to panic. 

Cumin made her extremely ill.  She would consider purging if she didn't know that her body was going to do that naturally... very soon.  Too soon. 

"The only other time this happened—" Liz was cut off by a deep belch that threatened to bring up her dinner all over her lap.  She paused, eyes closed as she focused on breathing through her nose. 

Evelyn shifted, pushing Liz's hair behind her ear.  "The only other time I was quite young, I... I'm not sure how this will happen exactly.  Ohhhh god, fuck, I feel..."  She trailed off, breathing through nausea, wishing in vain for her stomach to settle.

"Do you need to be sick?" Evelyn asked gently, pulling the blanket off Liz's lap just in case. 

Liz would have laughed if she hadn't been in so much pain.  The question was an innocent one, asked with the best intentions – Evelyn was worried about her.  But she also had no idea how this allergy worked.  "Ev I... if I pass out I need you to keep me on my side so I don't choke, okay?"