Getting food poisoning by plane food and stuck on a long flight? Any couple you want :))
The flight was 18 hours long. Dinner was served at the four-hour mark, leaving plenty of time for the tainted food to turn everyoneâs stomachs. Micah was excluded from this pain however because he didnât order the chicken dish. Alexi did and he was suffering for it.
The planeâs cabin was dark when Alexi opened his eyes, save for a few lights that the other passengers kept on. He didnât know why anyone else would be awake at 2am but he knew why he was awake. The weight on his shoulder from his sleeping boyfriend was nothing compared to the weight that settled in his stomach. Alexi grimaced as he shifted around in the small space, trying not to wake Micah who always had a hard time falling asleep in anything that wasnât his bed.
But Alexi couldnât help it. He woke up with such discomfort in his whole body that he couldnât help but fidget. It was the nausea that made him the most restless. He was beyond grateful that his only neighbour was Micah. They specifically chose a row with only two seats because the flight went through the night. Alexi thought heâd be happy to not have a snoring neighbour, but he was actually relived that no stranger would be disturbed by his growling stomach.
And it was growling so loud, but not out of hunger. He could still taste the spices and the sauce from the chicken in his mouth. He was absolutely not in the mood for a midnight snack.
The nausea got worse as he struggled to fall back asleep. His gurgling belly wouldnât let him finish his rest. The discomfort made him lean forward with his arms wrapped around his middle. As Alexi bent forward in pain, Micahâs head fell from his shoulder.
âMm?â Micah mumbled as he caught himself. It almost wasnât enough to disturb his sleep, but then he heard Alexi moan. Seeing Alexi bent over in pain also roused him from his sleep rather quick. âWhatâs wrong?â His voice was beautifully rough. Micah did always like how his voice sounded first thing in the morning.
âSorry,â Alexi whispered. Heâd be lying if he said that he wasnât a little happy to have company again. âI canât sleepâŚFeel sick.â
Micah turned on the light above their heads. Harsh yellow light rained down on them, giving Alexi a sickly complexion. Or maybe he already looked like that. Funnily enough, a few other lights also clicked on throughout the cabin. It seemed other passengers werenât having the best night either, but Micah didnât care about the other passengers.
âYouâre very pale, baby.â Micah put his hand on Alexiâs warm back. âAre you nauseous?â
With his head in his hands, Alexi nodded slowly. âI really donât feel good.â A wet burp ended the sentence.
âDo you want to put your head on my shoulder and try to sleep?â
This time Alexi shook his head a bit more frantically. A long gurgle rumbled through his belly as he let out another belch. He shivered from the nausea. âUgh, Iâm so full. Itâs like my whole dinner is just sitting in my stomach, rotting.â
Alexi wasnât far from the truth. It wasnât long before a flight attendant came over to their seats and confirmed both of their suspicions. The man had been apparently going to every passenger with their light on to say the same thing. âIâm guessing thereâs someone feeling sick over here as well. Am I right?â
âYes, sir,â Micah said, trying to match the manâs loud whisper. âMy boyfriend is sick to his stomach.â
âIt appears that the chicken dish has given many people food poisoning. Iâm sincerely sorry,â the man said, looking around nervously. âSomeone will come by with extra bags and ginger ale.â
Alexi groaned upon hearing this. He suddenly felt like the food in his belly was no longer sitting still. He slapped a hand over his mouth as another wet belch reminded him of the taste of dinner. âMicahâŚlet me out. Iâm going to puke.â
âThereâs probably a crazy line for the bathroom. Just throw up in this bag.â He handed Alexi the barf bag from the seat in front of them.
Alexi sat on the edge of his seat, bouncing his leg so hard that other people might have thought it was turbulence. âI canât. Thereâs so much in my stomach. I want a toilet.â His voice cracked as he tried to hold back tears. ââŚplease.â
The tears that finally fell onto Alexiâs cheeks made Micah move. âFine, but Iâm coming with you and Iâm bringing this bag.â
With unsteady legs, Alexi jogged down the aisle. He felt Micahâs hand on his shoulders the whole way there. They passed other people who looked as bad as Alexi felt.
Just as Micah guessed, they stopped before getting to the bathroom. The line was so long that they still stood in the aisle, awkwardly waiting next to passengers in their seats.
âOh God,â Alexi whimpered. There was no more time to wait. He tried to hold back burps that he knew would set everything off.
He turned around and looked at Micah with pleading eyes. âWhat do I do? Thereâs all these people. What do Iââ A low wet burp escaped while he spoke. Honestly, it was more of a gag than a burp because it splashed the back of Alexiâs throat with something thick.
âOkay,â Micah said worriedly, âIâm sorry, Lex, but youâre doing this here.â
Micah hurriedly opened the barf bag and held it open under Alexiâs chin until the boy held it himself. He pulled Alexiâs closer as if he were giving him a hug. This wasnât a hug; it was the best privacy that Micah could give his boyfriend.
âLet it out, Lexi.â Micah wrapped his arms around his boyfriend while Alexi gagged against his chest. âCome on, let yourself be sick now.â
Alexi gave a miserable whimper before parting his lips. His whole body shuddered as the vomit came pouring out of his mouth with a harsh retch.
Once he started, there was no stopping. Tears streamed down his face while his stomach continued to purge itself. It came out in a thick stream of orange that burned his nose and throat.
âThere you go baby,â Micah cooed as he rubbed the boyâs quivering shoulders. âIâm right here. Youâre fine, just keep going.â
Alexi breathed a deep sigh as he got a second of respite. âOh, my bellyâŚit hurts, Micah. Iâm so âuhâ full.â He hiccupped from inside Micahâs embrace. He could feel the organ about to send up another gush. âAm I being loud?â
âNo, shh, donât worry about that.â Micah blocked Alexiâs view of the surrounding area. âYouâre doing so well. I know it hurts, just keep going until thereâs nothing left.â
That point was very far in the future, but Alexi got ever closer to the end as he heaved again. He was too sick to think about the fact that the bag was getting full. He was only focused on aiming and suffering. He was very good at suffering.
Micah on the other hand was aware of how full the bag was getting. They also hadnât moved very far in the line. He wanted Alexi to feel empty, but he also wanted to not have puke on his shoes. The smell and sight was already invading his senses. He didnât need a reminder on his shoes.
But Micah kept holding Alexi. He kept rubbing and blocking him from the other passengers. He did this for him even when he got to his second bag. Thankfully a flight attendant arrived in time with the bag. With another ten hours left to the flight, Micah wondered just how many bags Alexi would go through.
âIs it almost my turn?â Alexi asked as he came up for air. His face was sweaty and grey.
Micah wanted to pull him into a real hug, not give him bad news. So thatâs what he did. He hugged him and said, âAlmost. But youâre now a pro at aiming in this bag, so who cares?â
âWell, thereâs another reason I wanted to get into this line, but itâs not urgentâŚyet.â
âOh babe,â Micah said, wishing that he could get his boyfriend off this plane. âItâs going to be a long ten more hours, isnât it?â
âYep. Iâm really gonna need this vacation.â



















