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Adora walked into the training room feeling pretty crappy. She had a slight headache, and her stomach wouldn't settle down. She kept having cramps just to the right of her belly button. She just brushed it off as her period causes issues again… because, honestly, when doesn’t it?
She walked into the room. Before she could sit down, her stomach let out a loud rumble and a sharp cramp. Adora winced and wrapped her arm around her stomach. She sat down in the seat, her arm still wrapped tightly around her abdomen. She placed her warm forehead on the cold table. Whilst the Horde hated and despised any show of weakness, unavoidable (and contagious) things such as the flu were immediate grounds for schedule release.
But you had to make it up afterwards. Lonnie and Kyle weren’t in because they had the stomach flu that was working its way around the base. Maybe Adora had that? Her stomach let out another loud grumble and Adora made a noise of pain. It was like her stomach was eating her out from the inside. She felt something brush against her arm. She raised her head and saw a piece of paper on the table. Adora had a look at it, but her vision kept spinning.
She could make out:
“Dora. Bots... guard..." What? She knew that Catra gave her the paper because she was the only one who called her Dora… anybody else would die. She turned to her and her stomach let out another loud noise. Adora gritted her teeth. Catra looked over, eyebrows raised. "Was that you?" Adora sighed. “Man, you look pale. Are you dying?" Adora focused on her breathing. "M'fine. What do you want?" Catra raised her eyebrows even further, "We're on a night shift together till Lonnie gets back. Didn’t you listen?” Adora frowned, having only heard about two words. "Maybe?" She didn't mean for it to come out as a question. Catra dropped it anyway and moved on from the topic leaving Adora to her very unhappy stomach.
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By the end of the day, Adora felt even worse. Her stomach was constantly cramping and twisting. She'd excused himself from some mechanic run-down because her head was killing her and the noises just made things worse.
At the end of the day, a senior recruit dragged everyone to the mess hall for some “cake” he’d stolen on a raid. Adora sat down and made it through the first ten minutes before her stomach cramps rushed up her throat. She excused herself and ran off to the bathroom, barely catching herself before she threw up Monday’s dinner…. Tuesday’s… and Wednesday’s.
Thankfully, her stomach, finally feeling empty, let her go back to the hall, and pick at the slice of cake. Adora tried to fight off the headache pounding behind her eyes.
She didn't mean to, but the wall was ever so comfy-
She was woken up by a cold hand on her head. Her eyes fluttered and the hand was quickly withdrawn. Adora opened her eyes and saw the tail end of a… well, tail... leave the room. She rubbed her eyes, ignored the way her cramps had started again and made her way out of the room. Catra was filing her claws. "About time, loser. Come on, we need rest. We’re on shift in three hours," Adora let herself be dragged along, swallowing the saliva in her mouth, determined not to puke.
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They got to the bunks with no incidents on Adora's part. However, when they were halfway through some old hologram Catra found, Adora felt her stomach lurch. She swallowed back some saliva and cleared her throat. “Be back in a sec,” She whispered. She stood up and made a quick, but hopefully subtle, getaway to the bathroom. Adora got in and turned around. She locked the door.
She had just enough time to turn around before she was heaving and retching over the nasty ass toilet. She threw up everything she had in her stomach from the last three days. She had a small moment to catch her breath before she was leaning further over the toilet and retching again. When her stomach had calmed down, slightly, she pulled back and leaned against the wall, panting. She wiped her mouth and closed her eyes, trying to quench raging nausea.
Adora didn't know if the door opening was a trick of her ears or her mind. But, the door opened and Catra was there… grey ration bars in her hand, the nicest ones. "Hey," She said softly. Adora made a noise of acknowledgement. Catra sat down and placed the bars on her lap. "Try eating." Adora pushed them away and whined. "No… I can’t show weakness." Catra raised her eyebrows and moved back as Adora leant forward and heaved. Catra flinched. She hated the sound of vomit and the smell. She placed a hesitant hand on her back and patted it in a circle. Adora leaned back against the wall again and Catra held out a cup of water. "If you can't eat, you need to drink."
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They spent the rest of the evening with Catra patting Adora's back as she threw up. Rogelio had dragged a medical aide to witness the scene. The aide had wrinkled his nose with a sigh. “Fine. Catra, Adora, you’re off schedule for one week,” He snapped.
Catra rolled her eyes but said nothing further. Adora didn't get back into the bunks until 01:30. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. Catra let out a quiet sigh as she removed Adora’s clothing and replaced it with her grey top and shorts. Shortly changing herself. She resisted the urge to smooth Adora’s hair away from her fever driven forehead with a low growl.
Maybe one day.