Kind of Fun? | Niina & Maya
Maya knew what was coming after exiting her first ride of the day. She could feel it coming up, her entire lunch. Her stomach turned, only making things worse. Oh dear, this wasn’t going to go like she wanted it to. As nicely as possible, the woman slipped between the groups blocking her path, raising her hand in apology when she accidentally bumped into others. The guilt couldn’t be entirely felt when her stomach hurting as much as it did now. Her quick movement was building up what would surely come out if she couldn’t find a bathroom or trash bin, just some empty place to puke. She didn’t want to ruin the night for everyone else. Maya sucked in a breath before moving past a food stand, the smells coming from it making her nauseous.
There weren’t any bathroom in sight, not one that Maya could spot. She turned, noticing a petite brunette not too far from her. “Uhh, hello there.” Maya waved, her face presenting a shaky smile. “Do— Do you know wh—” Before she could finish she felt her lunch come up. Maya turned from the girl, able to move away a few feet before everything finally came out. There was hardly a moment to feel embarrassment, but Maya still took the time to feel it. Embarrassment with another hit of guilt. She definitely ruined the stranger’s evening.
The festival wasn't as fun as she thought it was going to be. Not that it was awful, of course, because she knew how much work was put into it. And it being a centennial too — it really was amazing. The smells of all the different foods, however, was making her queasy. It was just as bad as her morning sickness. The young girl almost started her crying, knowing that this pregnancy was going to be awful.Â
Seeing the woman losing her lunch didn't help her in any shape or form. Niina covered her mouth, closing her eyes. All she had to do was concentrate on keeping her own food down, and she'd be fine.
Right?
Niina took a deep breath, looking at Maya with concern. "A-Are you alright?" she asked, trying not to look at the sick but rather the older woman.
