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Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit

Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe

Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor

Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief

Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit

Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit

Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion

Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake

Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running

Gagging forced me to hunch over, and it's when I'm forced into that position that I realize that maybe I need to get sick. I stand up straighter and cradle underneath my stomach with one hand. With my other, I gently rub along the top of my stomach where it feels the tightest. That hand quickly flew up to my mouth as more gas was released. Standing upright I knew getting sick would be a challenge, but the moment I bent over......

I weighed my options: try and forget about it and move on or get sick and maybe feel better. I ran my face under the warm water of the shower. I tried to stand still and listen to my body. All I could feel was the tight drum of my stomach as I wondered what had bloated me so badly.

Fuck it, I think, realizing that my stomach is only getting more uncomfortably tight with time. Relieving some pressure will probably be a good thing. My hand stays gently splayed across my stomach as I open the shower curtain on one side and step part way out to lean over my sink. The sink is closer than the toilet, and easier to told onto. I bend over part way and feel the way the contents of my stomach shift. One small ripple of my gut and my mouth is open. I don't have to do any work, my stomach contracts and a gush of liquidy brown vomit surges out of my mouth and into the sink basin. I cough once, I burp a second time, my stomach heaves and sick flows out of me once more. I cough up a chunk of something, but I can't tell what. I hover over the basin for another few seconds. I'm not going to be sick again, so I return to my shower.

I'm feeling better, but my stomach is still somewhat firm. I'd eaten a good dinner, but that was a few hours ago. I hadn't been snacking too much tonight, nor did I think I'd consumed that much liquid. I tried to brush it off and continue my shower, but after another few minutes the tightness returns. I burp into my hand a few times. I'm careful as the loofah scrubs over my belly. I try to wash my legs without bending over. It's harder when washing my feet.

The belch that escaped me was long and continuous. A little bit of liquid came up. I stood up quickly, swallowing down the wave that was to come. I held my breath, I burped, it tasted like vomit in the back of my throat. I returned to my position over the sink, tongue heavily hanging limp in anticipation. My hands braced the sides of the sink as my stomach twitched, then rippled. I whimpered-an involuntary noise as my throat contracted and diaphragm pushed another warm, watery wave of vomit into my sink with so much force it filled the bottom of the basin and took a second to begin draining. There's a bit of food stuck in my throat. I cough and struggle to breathe for a moment, then another torrent of vomit comes up to dislodge it. I'm hunched over halfway, leaning most of my weight against my sink as I watch the drool from my tongue linger down the drain. I hiccup and spit up a few more mouthfuls of bile as I try and assess the situation at hand.

Also Me: Dramatic angst and overwhelming emotions? Throwing up is only logical.

- Pragmatic, “I’m already at work and I’m not THAT sick” “it’s only three hours before I can go home” type, that’s the most stubborn when they’re already halfway through the day and it’s such an inconvenience to leave now. They can take tomorrow off instead. They don’t mind acknowledging they’re unwell but refuse to leave anyway.

- Classic refusing to be a burden, “don’t worry about me”, they don’t want people to know they’re sick, and they feel bad when the people around them even try to make things easier, they can keep going, they’re fine, nothing is wrong even if they’re feverish and nauseous and on the verge of throwing up.

- In denial, “I’m just tired”, doesn’t want to accept that they’re sick. Maybe they’ve been exposed to some kind of bug at home or at work but it sounds miserable from what other people have said and surely they’re not that unlucky that they’ve caught it…

- Delirious, so sick that they’re not thinking straight, but they just mumble and insist that they’re fine out of habit even though they can barely stand or walk. They can’t understand why everyone is so worried about them.

When Sickie doesn't come back, Caretaker sends a text.

Caretaker: You ok?

Sickie: No.

maybe they were that deep in denial about needing to puke and it comes on too quickly to move away

maybe they've already been sick a lot and the caretaker thinks the sickie must be empty so they don't bother moving when the next wave comes on

maybe they've finally managed to drink some water and the caretaker is trying to talk them through the rising nausea so they can keep it down