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Leanna rolled her eyes and returned to the embroidery she'd been fussing with before Carolyn had come in to tidy. As she leaned forward to pick up her hoop, her stomach cramped. Leanna leaned back, frowning. She hadn't been a glutton today, at least not more than usual - she had only eaten an egg and a few pastries for breakfast, and lunch had been the leftovers of Sunday roast with fresh bread and salad. Granted, she had taken a second helping, but that was nothing. And the roast had still been tender, even though it was almost a week old.

Engrossed in her embroidery, Leanna was taken by surprise when her stomach lurched again a few moments later. She set her hoop aside and breathed in deeply, carefully. A slow, deep cramp ran through her belly, and she let out a quiet whimper. Something in her belly wasn't settling. It felt a little worrysome, and a little exciting.

For the most part, when she was ill, Leanna controlled it- she ate, she drank, she filled herself until her body spilled over. But this time...there wasn't enough in her stomach. It was going to hurt, wasn't it? And she would need Carolyn more than ever.

The cramps were coming more quickly now. Leanna's stomach clenched and churned, and she had to swallow loudly before she could call for Carolyn.

The nurse appeared instantly, as if she'd been lurking outside the door. Leanna hunched over as another cramp rolled up from the base of her belly. She felt Carolyn's touch on her back, comforting and welcome but unable to ease the pain in her belly.

"You've taken ill again, haven't you?" Carolyn's breath was warm in her ear, as was her touch. "Would you like more to eat, lady?"

Leanna shook her head quickly, black curls clinging to her pale and suddenly sweaty cheeks.

"No food." She said through tight lips. "I didn't mean to get s-sick."

Her stomach lurched and she felt saliva collecting behind her tongue. She swallowed. Distantly, Leanna felt Carolyn come around the side of her couch and gently take her arm.

"My apologies, lady. Are you able to stand? Would you be more comfortable in bed?"

Leanna let Carolyn pull her to her feet, as always somewhat impressed by the strength of the maid. She was such a slight little thing- sometimes Leanna worried about simply snapping her in half. But Carolyn was stronger than she looked, and by now Leanna no longer attempted to hold her own weight. She let Carolyn support her entirely as the nurse lifted her from her couch.

The entire time, Leanna was wavering and weak, hot and cold by turns. Her stomach was roiling and her tongue was thick with nausea, but she had none of the warm, full pleasure of overindulgence. Instead...it was still pleasure, but it was a thin, high, needy and nervous pleasure. Once again, she needed Carolyn. She needed her to undo her corset and bustier, release her body from its constraints. She needed Carolyn to hold her upright as she whimpered and clutched at her belly. To wipe her sweaty brow, to pat her hand and tell her to be calm, be easy.

Leanna could not be easy. She was cradling her stomach in her arms, gagging and whining, as Carolyn led her to her bed. Leanna immediately lay on her side, curling into a shell around her churning stomach. Lying rather than sitting was no help at all. She belched and moaned, turning away.

"My lady...what did you eat today?" Carolyn asked softly from behind her. Leanna could feel her warm hand on her back. She let out another small sound of pain.

"Don't talk about food." She ordered in a weak voice.

"I apologize but I must insist. My lady's health and comfort is still my chief concern, and if this wasn't your plan..."

Groaning, Leanna summarized her meals, and was too lost in her misery to hear Carolyn's disapproving "tsk". She felt the bed shift and the comforting hand on her back withdrew.

"Wh- where are you going?" Leanna asked in a truly pitiful tone. Another cramp ran through her belly, and she clasped her arms tighter around herself. How cruel, when she was in most need, that Carolyn would desert her!

"To fetch you a chamberpot and water." She heard Carolyn answer from the door. " My lady...I'll explain when you aren't so ill, but even if you don't prefer to vomit, it would be easier. You should rid yourself of what you've eaten."

"What?" Leanna whimpered. "I didn't-"

Her belly interrupted her with a loud and painful gurgle, and she curled up again. Dimly, she heard Carolyn promise to return.

Only a moment after she heard the door close, Leanna felt her throat clench. She struggled upright, despite the spike of nausea it sent through her. She tried to hold her lips closed, be patient until Carolyn returned, but her body was having none of it.

An arc of thick, putrid vomit poured out of her and puddled onto the rug before her bed, splashing onto the bedskirt. She reached up to cover her mouth and then immediately abandoned the effort, wrapping her arms around her belly instead.

Despite not planning it, the pain rolling through her, Leanna couldn't help admiring the mess she was making. She leaned forward and vomited again, what felt like so much more than she had eaten that day. Her stomach cramped and she doubled up as Carolyn returned carrying a large bowl and a pitcher of water.

She rushed to Leanna's side, depositing the water so quickly that it spilled a bit on her bedside table. The bowl she thrust under Leanna's chin just in time for her to heave, drooling.

"Oh, my poor lady, my poor lady." She murmured over Leanna's desperate gags. "You couldn't have known. You'll be finished soon, and feel much relieved."

"Known wh-uuuuurp!- What?" Leanna tried to snap, but a burp forced its way up her throat. She buried her face in the bowl, shoulders heaving as she gagged. She could feel Carolyn caressing the back of her neck and stroking her hair back while she emptied herself out.

"Your lunch...you ate rotten meat. Don't fret, I've already had a word with the cook, and I won't be surprised if the rest of the household becomes ill as well...though I suspect you ate a bit more than the rest, so...."

Leanna was too lost in nausea to answer. The taste of her vomit as it poured from her lips *was* foul, not like when she ate herself sick...she found that thinking of it made her feel worse. She spewed a wave of brown chunky fluid into the bowl, splashing over a bit- not that it mattered, since there was already a large pile of vomit on the carpet.

"Caro-" she whined, not thinking before abbreviation.

"I'm here, my lady." The nurse's voice was soft, as was her hand, gently stroking Leanna's hair. Leanna vomited again, coughing weakly at the end of it. She felt her stomach churn and then empty, one more heave of mostly thin, bitter liquid that threatened to overflow the bowl Carolyn had given her. Through all the nausea and cramps, Carolyn was holding her, petting her.

At last, Leanna set the bowl to the side of the mess she'd left on the rug. She was breathing heavily, stomach empty but aching. She curled up against Carolyn without thinking, and to her relief she felt Carolyn's arms encircle her.

"Ars you feeling better, my lady? It's out of your stomach, though you may feel ill for longer." The nurse's voice was soft and calm, and Leanna found herself nodding and blushing, burying her face in Carolyn's chest.

"S-someone needs to attend to the rug. " she muttered, voice muffled by nausea and Carolyn's shoulder.

"Of course, my lady. As soon as you're resting." Carolyn said gently. Leanna made a pathetic little noise and was rewarded with soothing hands rubbing her back and a soft voice in her ear telling her she was alright. She burped and pulled back, thinking she would vomit again, but it seemed she had emptied herself. Instead she clung to Carolyn, retching unproductively as her nurse rubbed her back and told her she would be alright.