EMETOPHILIA.

"Food. Clean my shit if it gets dirty, everything you'd expec... ghr..." She says with confidence until something forces its way up inside of her, effectively cutting her already short group of requests shorter. You jerk to attention and watch with interest as she lightly holds to the edge of the counter for a bit to collect herself. She stays still for a moment and you notice her swallow whatever came up back down, "Ugh, fuck."

You're genuinely disappointed that she didn't spit it out, but you suppose that it must not have been that much to need to. You hope that means that this is only the beginning, but quickly feel guilty because she's your friend and you don't actually want her to suffer.

You have a strong urge to place a hand on her shoulder and tell her that she will be alright, even though you suspect that she'll tell you to back off because she knows she'll be alright. Thankfully, you have some kind of self control and refrain from doing such, but an expression of concern does manage its way through. She notices this and sighs, “Chill.” You get the point though you can't help but feel empathetic. Something about the knowledge of her being weak around you when she is normally considerably stronger than you catches your interest.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost literally jump at the sudden sound of her retching. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You desperately want to get closer to her but don't want her to suspect anything more than she probably already does. So, you instead try to busy yourself by deliberately facing away and looking into the refrigerator. Even more so when you hear a liquid splash its way into the sink. You're starting to feel very nervous about this.

"What would you like to eat?" You inquire politely, trying to distract any and all possible conversation about her vomiting. All she does is make incoherent sounds as her body involuntarily tries to **** more liquids out.

"What did you say?" You make sure to ask her to repeat herself because you have no idea about what she was trying to communicate to you. You wait a few moments until she's breathing heavy and in the process of collecting herself, turning on the sink to wash everything down.