#cw vomit

[whooshtanyth]

MY BACK CRAMPED SO BAD IT MADE ME NAUSEOUS STILL AM ACTUALLY FUCK MY LIFE

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just irish setter hybrid!reader who's never quite good enough...

Sure, you're good. You have to be good to get into the 141, but it seems everything you can do well someone can do better.

You can sniff out targets, instincts born into you, but soap can do it faster. You can run with all your heavy gear on, but gaz can do it without breaking a sweat. Of the dog hybrids on the team, you are easily the worst.

A fact that becomes glaringly obvious with each mission, each training session. Every interaction just proof that you are the weakest link. The runt of the pack.

Your instincts are terrified of being rejected when your pack finally realizes the truth.

So you work. You work like hell to improve yourself.

Staying late after every training, running the sets again and again until your limbs shake. Forcing yourself to go for a run early, before the suns even up. Your legs still hurt from the last week but you can't afford to stop. Not when even price can keep pace with you now, as if you're improving backwards.

You work your endurance too, rucking during the weekends. Hours spent keeping a consistent pace. Even when it's pouring rain and you feel the chill deep in your bones, you work.

Until one morning your spend your lunch in the bathroom tossing up breakfast.

Entire body hot, sweaty, lethargic. Sick.

You can't be sick, you can't afford that weakness. Just the thought of your pack seeing you like this has your ears pinning in shame. The sick little runt. Surely they'll kick you out.

So you toss back a handful of painkillers, throw on gazs hoodie that you never gave back, and go to meet them for Monday sparring.

It goes well. You push through every round, downing water on the sidelines between fights.

Your own desire to prove yourself does you in. You insist on one last spar with ghost, one to redeem yourself from the embarrassing take down last week. Sure, you feel a bit unstable stepping onto the mat but it's nothing. You shift your feet, get into stance—

And the world suddenly tilts.

People shout, your vision blurs. Nothing happens. You passed out in front of your whole team.

You can't hear what they're saying.

[lapisfrost]

Vent

CW// vomit

Im so disappointed in myself for vomiting in a restaurant, even if it was just food poisoning I should have made it to the bathroom sooner, I already feel nauseous alot so idk if this is apart of the bullshit I'm experiencing

[currently-verycold]

Tell us who else you miss.

Juliette proceeds to vomit all over the ground, it drips down her chin, onto her hospital gown. She starts to sob, why couldn't people leave her alone..?

[not-so-local-aroace]

Hey, anyone know that feeling where your body just rejects food, even though you're still hungry and not done eating? Like. It isn't a texture thing, you're not full, your body just says "I will gag with each bite you take now. Thanks"

[luitenantalbiemckinner]

Why the FUCK can I not live in peace 💔 Two weeks ago, I was sick. This friday, yay all better!!! Saturday went to that plane show, yay all better!!!

This morning.

I am going to SCREAM bloody murder if it means I don't throw up, I have the worst headache and the slightest stomach ache. Oh, it's just fine! No the fuck it's not. My brain hits the emergency button, may as well throw up from the though of throwing up, this is so fucking fun!!! Raging headache, and my nose also holds a grudge to me. Gonna throw myself down a well

[whooshtanyth]

Tori hijacked what we were reading guys why is Eichi not normal

[alienvrse]

of course right when i go to get pizza i start suddenly getting flu symptoms and vomit. great. guess I have to stay home now. :(