I 1000% want to see Kaiser's worst sick experience
I would love, LOVE to see Kaiser’s worst experience being sick!!
I would LOVE to read more about both Bradley and Kaiser’s sickest experiences!
Here you are, guys. 3500 words of a miserable 17 year old Kaiser.
Spending two weeks in Cancun with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s family was nothing less than a dream for Kaiser. His boyfriend, Gil, had suggested the trip to him last month, when he mentioned offhand that he was going to Mexico and thought maybe Kaiser would want to come. Of course, he’d readily agreed. He had family settled in Baja California and Mexico City, but he’d never been to the glimmering coast of Cancun.
Now, a week into the trip, Kaiser was having a blast. He and Gil had spent most of their time on the beach, swimming in the warm Caribbean water or basking in the sun. Kaiser soaking up a gorgeous tan, Gil covered head to toe in sunscreen. Their hands were discreetly interlocked as they laid on their towels. Every so often they’d exchange a few words, but ultimately they were content to share silence and listen to the squealing of children running through the sand. Gil’s younger sister would periodically sprint by, being chased by her oldest brother, Cam. Kaiser could feel a sheen of sweat decorating his brow and lip, and he sat up.
“Gil, you wanna go take a dip?”
Gil looked hazily up at him and narrowed his eyes. “Not really. You can.”
Kaiser sighed and pushed himself to his feet, shaking off the resulting head rush. “Fine,” he huffed, “I’ll be back in a few.”
He’d woken up feeling heavy, but now, having soaked up all this sun, Kaiser felt like he was being dragged down by a sack of bricks. But the call of the water on his long-dried skin was more important, or so he concluded.
He finished his quick swim, feeling sluggish, and made his way over to where his boyfriend was lying.
The sun beating down on him was starting to become cumbersome, the heat making his head feel fuzzy.
“Gil?” He said, concerned to find that his voice was near shaking.
Gil’s voice was disinterested and his arm was resting over his eyes.
“Can we go inside?” Kaiser muttered. Gil finally sat up and blinked the sun out of his eyes. Squinting against the glare, he looked up at Kaiser.
“Ah, I’m just really warm, I’ve got a headache.”
Gil sighed and stood up, brushing sand out of his hair and off of his still damp swim trunks.
“Sure, let’s go back to the room. You look pretty tired.”
Gil grabbed Kaiser’s clammy hand and they trekked back to their hotel room. Gil’s family was loaded enough for Gil, Kaiser, along with Gil’s siblings to share their own room, so the place was dark and silent upon their arrival. Next door, Gil’s mom could be heard moseying around.
“You wanna lay down?” Gil suggested, filling up a glass of water and handing it to Kaiser. He took it, and found that his hands were shaking. He brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip.
“I think I need to sleep. Got a little too much sun.” He admitted, rubbing his face with tired hands.
“Okay, well I’m gonna go back out. Call or text me when you wake up,” Gil said, and then Kaiser was alone. He had to admit he was a little annoyed that his boyfriend of all people didn’t want to stay with him, but they were on vacation. He should be having a good time. He changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Settling into the large bed in the room was a blessing. He was exhausted and sluggish and just wanted to fall asleep. But he just couldn’t get comfortable. There was an uncomfortable ache in the pit of his belly, and he thought back to the tamales he’d had for breakfast. Just the thought made his stomach gurgle and he curled up in the bed, finally managing to doze off.
When he awoke, Kaiser was disappointed to see only an hour had passed. It was only 2 P.M. The slight ache in his stomach, he quickly realized, had turned into a pressing urge to go to the bathroom. That must have been what woke him up.
Kaiser wanted to go find a bathroom somewhere in the resort so he wouldn’t stink up the one in their room, but it had just become apparent that he needed to go now. With a sense of dread, he sat up and struggled to his feet. His stomach was making strange squealing noises and he stood up on shaking legs. It felt like he’d just finished an intense soccer game, and his legs felt like jelly. He staggered to the bathroom and struggled with the ties of his sweats. His hands were shaky and he fumbled with it for several seconds before managing to undo them. He pulled his pants down and planted himself on the toilet, wrapping a stabilizing arm around his belly as a slight cramp built up. Before he could even take a breath, a stream of semi-liquid shit thundered out of him, and he groaned. Biting his knuckles, Kaiser leaned forward and his eyes began to water from the burn. He was really regretting those tamales now. A blush rose to his cheeks. He really hoped this was a one and done event, or else he had no idea what he was going to do.
He stayed in there for another twenty minutes, and then stumbled out on shaking legs. Admittedly, his stomach did feel a bit better, but he noticed it was a little bloated under his palm. His ass hurt like a motherfucker and he was even more tired than he had been prior. He felt hot and stuffy, and just overall sick. Clearly the tamales hadn’t agreed with him at all, and this was his body’s way of punishing him for his mistake.
After downing a glass of water, Kaiser laid back down to try and fall back to sleep. But he soon found his stomach rumbling under his palm once more. His intestines felt as if they were squeezing, and his stomach had begun to cramp a bit. Rubbing his belly was futile, and Kaiser stood up, ruefully resigning himself to another round of diarrhea.
As the second wave began, Kaiser’s head felt heavy and a grumbling in his chest alerted him to a new problem. He burped, thick and wet, and felt himself beginning to panic. There was no way in hell he was ready to get off the toilet, but the nauseous feeling that was steadily building inside of him was undeniable and called for immediate action. Looking around frantically, he saw a small wastebasket, empty, beside the toilet. Reaching down and scooping it up, he clutched it his chest and he felt his breaths quickening.
And then, as if it couldn’t get worse, the door unlocked and clicked open—right as a loud retch grated up Kaiser’s throat.
“What the fuck? Kaiser?” Gil’s disgusted voice called out, and he muffled a sob.
“Gil,” he heaved through the closed door, “I really don’t feel good.” There was tears running down his face and he shuddered, completely humiliated.
Gil scoffed through the door. “No kidding, it smells like shit in here.”
Kaiser sobbed and spit into the empty garbage as his bowels emptied themselves once more.
“Dude. Nasty. I’m getting my mom.” The door opened again and clicked shut, and Kaiser cried loudly. He was so unbelievably embarrassed.
About a minute passed while he spit uselessly into the trash, until the door opened again and there was a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
“Kaiser, dear?” It was Gil’s mom. He continued to cry, he couldn’t stop.
“Gil said you’re not feeling good. Can I come in?”
Kaiser answered her question when a bout of wet flatulence interrupted the response he was going to give her. He whimpered loudly and burped miserably over the trash. He had no control over his body right now.
“Ah,” she sighed in understanding. “I’m gonna wait on the balcony, okay? Come out when you’re finished and I can help.”
He made a noise of acknowledgement and a loud belch finally sent up a trickle of bile. Immediately following that was an outpouring of brown vomit and crap. Both ends, at the same time. This couldn’t get worse.
His bowels were completely vacant, but he continued to burp up massive waves of vomit that spattered loudly into the trash. Through stream after stream of thick, chunky sick, Kaiser sobbed. He wanted to be home, in his own bathroom. He wanted his older brother to rub his back, or his mom. Hell, he’d even take Gil.
But he didn’t have any of that. He was stuck, here in Mexico, with his boyfriend’s mom in a nice hotel room that smelled nothing like home.
Finally, finally, Kaiser felt finished, and he managed to clean himself up as much as possible. Exiting the bathroom with his can of sick in hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and shook feebly. His stomach was cramping, his mouth had chunks of puke in it, and he wanted to pass out.
He had his eyes closed and was swaying back and forth when he felt Gil’s mom’s hand on his forehead.
“You don’t feel too warm, sweetheart.” She admitted, stepping back to think. “You think you’ve eaten something bad?”
“I ate—nnnhg—I ate tamales, but G-Gil ate them too.” He stammered, clinging to the can as another wave of nausea coursed through him.
“Must be a virus. I’m sorry Kai, let’s just get you comfortable. You need to hydrate.”
She walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a water bottle, cracking the lid with a satisfying pop. She handed him the water and he shook his head vehemently.
“It’s gonna make me vomit,” he breathed out, taking deep breaths through his nose as his muscles tended and he prepared for what was to be another bout of vomiting. He burped a few times, blushing, but the nausea faded and he set the trash down.
“Maybe, but you’re gonna feel a lot better throwing up water than nothing at all and spending the night dry heaving.” She reasoned, and he sighed, accepting the liquid with shaking hands.
Carefully, Kaiser began to take tentative sips of the water, but it was so refreshing that he found himself taking gulps of the stuff before long.
“Hey, slow down-“ The woman didn’t have time to finish her earning as Kaiser heaved up the water he’d just drunk with a deep, gurgling belch, all down the front of his t-shirt. Immediately, he picked up the can again and held it under his chin, heaving sobs wracking his muscular frame.
“Where’s Gil?” He sniffed, and Gil’s mom assumed a guilty frown, averting her eyes.
“He’s out with Cam and Marie,” she muttered, and Kaiser groaned into the receptacle he held.
“I want him.” He sniffed, and he saw the pitying look in her eyes when he opened his own.
“I don’t know how comfortable he’d be with that. He’s already asked to have you sleep in my room tonight.”
Kaiser’s chest clenched in hurt and a swell of anxiety. Puking and shitting his brains out in his boyfriend’s parents bathroom was even worse than what he was already doing.
“Whatever,” he rasped, narrowing his eyes. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to handle this on my own for a few hours. I’m sure I’ll feel better by tomorrow.” His tone now had an edge to it, and sensing his irritation, the woman quickly left the room after bedding him down with some water and pepto-bismol and calling cleaning service for new bin liners.
Even though he had calmed down considerably, his stomach wasn’t in his throat, and he didn’t feel like he was going to shit out his intestines, Kaiser was still incredibly uncomfortable. He really wanted to go smoke a cigarette right about now, but he had an inkling that it would not make him feel better. He opened up his Snapchat and opened up Tadhg’s contact. Aiming the camera at his face, he snapped a miserable looking photo and started typing away.
This just turned into the vacation from hell, he typed, and sent the picture. His best friend opened it in seconds and started typing back.
Kaiser turned onto his back as his belly rumbled.
Suffering the tummy bug produced by Satan.
Tadhg sent a picture of himself with a confused expression and the caption, ‘tummy bug’ lmao. Seriously though, that’s ass. Snap me if you need anything.
Kaiser couldn’t be bothered to respond, and he tossed his phone to the side. With nothing else to do with his hands, he started to run them up and down his swollen stomach slowly. He picked up his bottle of water, and, having learned his lesson, took tentative and small sips of the refreshing liquid. It felt so nice going down his throat, and he sighed in relief.
Soon enough, however, he felt his belly beginning to gurgle, and he forced himself to the bathroom. He emptied himself rather quickly this time, and flopped back onto his stomach.
The pressure of the bed on his bloated abdomen forced out a sizeable burp from between his lips that brought with it a mouthful of sick. He closed his mouth just in time to avoid it spilling out, and hoisted his newly clean trash can onto the bed, curling around it like a koala as he let out the mouthful. He stared into the plastic liner with resentment burning in the back of his eyes, as if it had done something to personally offend him. His back arched forward and he buried his head in the trash as his stomach cramped, loudly retching up a mouthful of water and stomach acid. He had nothing left to empty, and he set the can off to the side.
Kaiser laid back against the headboard and tried to rub the cramps out of his belly, tears rising to his eyes after he was hit with a particularly painful one. Was this how his little sister felt on her period? He couldn’t imagine that. Slowly lowering himself onto his side, he pressed his face into the pillow and pulled the blankets over himself; the air conditioning was a little too intense for his liking. He wasn’t quite asleep when three chattering voices entered the room. It wa Gil, Cam, and Marie. Kaiser decided to remain in his position, too annoyed to greet them.
“Shit. I told mom to get him out of here.”
Kaiser flinched. That was Gil’s voice.
Cam spoke next. “He’s your boyfriend, you should be helping out.”
He smiled at that. He’d always rather liked Cam. He was a reasonable guy, and was always nice to him.
Gil again. He’d had enough. Sitting up suddenly, Kaiser was about to give his boyfriend a piece of his mind when he got a terrible head rush. He clapped a hand to his mouth as he felt his stomach in his throat and looked up gratefully when Cam handed him the trash.
But Gil wasn’t sympathetic. “I don’t want to sleep in the same room as a sick person.”
“Dude,” Cam snapped as tears rose to Kaiser’s eyes, “You’re being an asshole.”
Around this time he stopped paying attention to the ensuing argument and burped once, twice, before coughing up a large wave of cloudy liquid that splashed loudly into the bin.
“Well if you wanna deal with it, feel free, I’m moving to Mom and Dad’s room.” Gil spat, collecting his things and leaving the room quickly.
Kaiser continued to vomit in the coming minutes, half of it just sour bile. He could hear Marie jump onto her bed, and he looked up briefly to see the 10 year old plugging in her headphones, shooting him a sympathetic glance. Cam was shuffling around in the bathroom, and Kaiser rested his forehead on the rim of the bin, heaving for breath.
The pattern continued for much of the night. The siblings left him alone apart from the occasional encouragement to drink some water. He decided to forgo eating anything for dinner, even toast, and instead fell asleep.
Kaiser actually managed to sleep for a few hours before he awoke to a harsh cramp in his belly. He sighed and sat up, quietly making his way to the bathroom as quickly as possible in the darkness. He closed the door behind him and flipped the lights on. Pulling his sweats and boxers down, he sat on the toilet and strained. But after a thin stream of watery diarrhea, he couldn’t produce anything despite the way his belly was seizing. It hurt so bad that he felt tears rising to his eyes once more. All that was coming out was gas, and he whimpered in embarrassment, feeling his face burning as he buried it in his hands and leaned forward until his chest touched his trembling knees.
He felt his stomach clench again, but he knew he was empty. He was so nauseous too, but he knew for sure nothing would be coming out of that end. He had been wrung dry.
He quietly cleaned himself up, sniffling as he settled back into bed. He felt awful for making Gil angry and inconveniencing his boyfriend’s family. He passed out after a few minutes of tossing and turning.
After that, he managed to last until morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was buried in regret. His throat was so dry he felt he could hardly swallow, and his head was swimming. At least his stomach wasn’t killing him. Kaiser sluggishly picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was half past noon. On the end table, there was a glass of water and a piece of toast. There was a text message from several hours ago. It was from Gil.
Hey, brought you some toast, try and eat. Family and I are going on a tour, will be back late. - Gil
Kaiser felt his chest bubbling with rage. The whole family, his boyfriend included, had just left him? Left him, miserably ill, in a foreign country, with nobody to help him. He was so tired and worn out that he couldn’t help but cry a little, and he turned the tv on to a random channel. It was just white noise for him to relax to.
Picking up the piece of toast begrudgingly, Kaiser picked up his phone and started texting Tadhg as he nibbled on the bland toast. It felt disgustingly grainy as he forced it down his throat, and he was forced to drink a few sips of water periodically to force it all down. It settled like an uncomfortable lump in the back of his throat. He wasn’t particularly nauseous at the moment, but he sure wasn’t optimistic.
Kaiser was startled by his phone blaring his ringtone loudly. Tadhg was FaceTiming him. He picked up, cringing at the static while Tadhg adjusted his phone.
“Hey,” He croaked, alarmed at how hoarse his voice was.
Tadhg forwent a greeting and instead asked, “How you doing, buddy?”
Kaiser groaned, “if I puke on call, you can’t get mad okay?”
Tadhg laughed at that and held his hands up. “You know how many times I’ve seen you puke? You’re such a damn lightweight.” Kaiser scoffed and winced as his stomach grumbled.
“You won’t be laughing when you die of cirrhosis. I don’t know how you drink so much and still don’t get a hangover” With that, he leaned back and turned his head to the side, a rather loud belch bursting from him unexpectedly.
“You good?” Tadhg said, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Mm,” Kaiser grunted, and he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm around his stomach. He could feel the toast sitting in the back of his throat still, but he wasn’t quite at the point of throwing up yet.
“They all went on some tour shit. Left me with a note, nothing else. I’m pissed,” Kaiser spat, rubbing his hand across his stomach gently.
“What the? Man, I told you I don’t like Gil. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Kaiser scoffed, “Oh, haven’t heard you say that five thousand fucking times.”
“Really though,” Tadhg started, adopting a much more serious tone, “I really don’t like this guy. You’ve been together five months and he still won’t let me be seen in public with you because he gets so jealous.”
Kaiser had intended to respond, but he felt his meager breakfast rising in his throat and reached for the trash, which had been cleaned out at some point. He didn’t even have to strain for the toast to splatter back into the garbage can, and he cursed under his breath.
“Oh, buddy, I’m sorry,” Tadhg said, and even from a country over, Kaiser felt more comforted by the boy on his phone than he had by anyone thus far on this hell trip.
He held up a finger as his sour stomach cramped, and he groaned. “I’ll be back.”
He spent much of that day on the toilet with his head in the trash, and the day after that one too. He had just begun to recover when Gil’s family announced they were leaving early to get him home.
Maybe he should have felt guilty. Maybe so, but all Kaiser felt was sweet, sweet relief.
