false alarm;
{` she couldn’t exactly place a finger on whats going wrong this whole day, instead it was perfectly fine and perfectly, perfect} oliver {` she calls out, lazily resting on his bed while scrolling through her phone, it was already late but she does not feel tired at all}— {` suddenly, the substance in her stomach churns nauseatingly, causing her an urge of throwing up, the girl covers a hand over her mouth while the other hand searches for some kind that can hold onto what is going to come out of her} — {` throws up in a plastic bag that carried their takeaways from earlier along with a few coughs, grabs the bottled water on the night stand to gargle the taste away, takes down a few big gulps afterwards} are you coming out yet, oliver.. {` shouts into the bathroom before throwing the bag of unpleasant substance in the bin outside, since she has not told oliver about her being sick— especially about her worries— and would not want to worry him in anyway}