「 🌈 : @horowitzed 」
ILLNESS THEMED RP STARTERS! // accepting
based on this ask: “Here, vomit in this.”
Taking the trash can appreciatively Robin just barely managed to empty the contents of her stomach into it. It was mainly dry heaves at this point but it was still coming up. She was sweaty, pale and felt if she didn’t sit she’d fall over. "Disgusting..." She mumbled as she wiped at her mouth with her sleeve. "Thanks." She leaned against the wall and slowly slid her body down it until she rested on the floor. She clutched the trash can - just in case.
"I'm not sick...not sick enough to go home..." She quickly corrected. "Another hour. I've got this." Her shift was almost over and she had to make it. She had to get paid. The electric bill was already past due because her father had wasted his whole check. As usual. Robin did not want to have that cut off again. Taking cold showers and doing everything by candlelight sucked. "Just...give me a minute. Don't go tell Keith." If Cher told Keith he'd send her home. “Please?”
