Mentally facepalming Julie adjusted her grip on the deadweight of the boy in her arms and looked curiously into the toilet. She forgot for a second why she got here in the first place and what certainly was the reason behind his fever. He shouldn't have had anything in his stomach to puke out, not even water, he was a ghost. Ghosts couldn't throw up. What is there to throw up? He was literally air. But here she was, sitting on the floor with a feverish, sweat covered guitarist, who had a painful session with the toilet and was burning up and just swallowed a pill of Tylenol. Well, that proved he apparently wasn't exactly just air anymore after last night. It still didn't make sense for him to puke his guts out since it's not like he tried eating or something. So, of course she would peek inside, even if under normal circumstances, she would be disgusted to no ends. Hesitantly she looked inside and confusion masked her features. This looked like-no. No, Nah,Niente. That was not possible. It could resemble anything really but it just was the first thing that popped into her head. It shouldn't make sense but it also made so much sense. What the heck was going on? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THE SERIES JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS INCLUDING THE CHARACTER RIGHTS ARE OWNED BY NETFLIX AND KENNY ORTEGA! THIS IS PURELY FANFICTION AND I MAKE NO MONEY WITH THIS WORK
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