Post by newwwwusername on Mar 29, 2023 16:09:48 GMT
Full title : Empty Your Stomach Of Everything Inside
Chronology : Post-All That Jazz, Pre-All I Care About
Liz stood up from lunch one day and walked to the bathrooms hastily.
No one seemed to notice or take concern from her sudden exit, but Velma felt there was something wrong about it, so she quietly excused herself to follow.
When she entered the bathroom, she heard the sound of retching coming from one of the stalls. Alarmed, she quickly tracked the noise and opened the door.
Liz, who was kneeling in front of the toilet, looked back at Velma in annoyance. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a wet retch and swiftly turned back to the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl below.
"Hey, woah" Velma said gently, kneeling next to the younger woman and pulling her hair back. Liz's hair was greasy and slightly matted, which hardly made sense because Velma had seen her in the morning shower just two days earlier and she didn't have a pattern of gross hair shortly after showering. "You're really not feeling well, huh?"
"What do you fucking think?" Liz replied through staggered breaths before retching again. Velma just sighed and rubbed her back, an uncharacteristic, almost motherly concern flooding her mind as she watched the murderer vomit.
Eventually, Liz's heaves stopped bringing stuff up, which was almost worse because then she just had the horrible pain of her body trying to force more up without any reward.
Once the dry heaving died down, she collapsed from exhaustion and Velma held her in her lap, reaching over to flush the toilet.
"I'm sorry" Liz muttered. Velma almost couldn't believe her ears because this was I killed my husband over him chewing gum too loudly and I don't feel bad about it Liz. She didn't think 'sorry' was a part of the woman's vocabulary.
"It's okay" Velma assured her. "Just happens sometimes, especially given the quality of the food here" she added, getting a weak chuckle from the sickly woman.
"Wake me up when Mama arrives" Liz requested quietly before passing out. Velma just nodded and leaned back, allowing the inmate an ounce of rest.
Chronology : Post-All That Jazz, Pre-All I Care About
Liz stood up from lunch one day and walked to the bathrooms hastily.
No one seemed to notice or take concern from her sudden exit, but Velma felt there was something wrong about it, so she quietly excused herself to follow.
When she entered the bathroom, she heard the sound of retching coming from one of the stalls. Alarmed, she quickly tracked the noise and opened the door.
Liz, who was kneeling in front of the toilet, looked back at Velma in annoyance. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a wet retch and swiftly turned back to the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl below.
"Hey, woah" Velma said gently, kneeling next to the younger woman and pulling her hair back. Liz's hair was greasy and slightly matted, which hardly made sense because Velma had seen her in the morning shower just two days earlier and she didn't have a pattern of gross hair shortly after showering. "You're really not feeling well, huh?"
"What do you fucking think?" Liz replied through staggered breaths before retching again. Velma just sighed and rubbed her back, an uncharacteristic, almost motherly concern flooding her mind as she watched the murderer vomit.
Eventually, Liz's heaves stopped bringing stuff up, which was almost worse because then she just had the horrible pain of her body trying to force more up without any reward.
Once the dry heaving died down, she collapsed from exhaustion and Velma held her in her lap, reaching over to flush the toilet.
"I'm sorry" Liz muttered. Velma almost couldn't believe her ears because this was I killed my husband over him chewing gum too loudly and I don't feel bad about it Liz. She didn't think 'sorry' was a part of the woman's vocabulary.
"It's okay" Velma assured her. "Just happens sometimes, especially given the quality of the food here" she added, getting a weak chuckle from the sickly woman.
"Wake me up when Mama arrives" Liz requested quietly before passing out. Velma just nodded and leaned back, allowing the inmate an ounce of rest.