They Tried!

Seb was standing in the production meeting room staring out the 10 story window on to the cars moving below him. And why was he doing this?..because he was loosing his mind..he was nauseated and trying to cope with the increasing nausea and thought maybe by looking outside it would help, but instead the height and moving traffic below was catching his eye and throwing his equilibrium off even more. He wanted to move but he was really actually afraid to as the slightest bit of movement could most certainly cause him to loose any control he was holding onto. ‘Shit..shit..shit..’ he thought to himself.

“Anyone feeling extra tired this morning?” A voice came as it entered the room. He knew that voice well, it was Chris, Seb was the only one there so far so he knew his co-star was in a sarcastically chipper mood this morning. He closed his eyes and swallowed deeply before a hand came down on his back patting it in a friendly manner. Chris was completely oblivious to Sebs dilemma.
Either way, the forceful pats were enough to send him over the edge and he sort of reached out to Chris as he gaged.

“Oh..are you?…shit..wait..” and Chris literally Captain America’d the garbage can under sebs mouth before a torrent of his stomach forcefully came up and out, splashing heavy and deep into the garbage.
The smell instantly hit Chris seeing as how he was still holding it.
The smell was incredibly sour and smelled purely of hot sick. He was way too close to it to be able to handle it and immediately gagged and tried to look away from the offending sight and smell. Seb was too occupied with heaving another flow of his stomach into the garbage that he didn’t notice Chris’s own dilemma.
Chris gagged again and felt bile rise in his throat but he was able to swallow it down, in the meantime Sebastian lifted his head from the garbage and spit, all the while noticing his friend dangerously close to loosing it himself. He quickly grabbed the garbage and shoved it under Chris’s mouth this time and perhaps for Chris it was a subconscious realization that he was safe to puke, he couldn’t hold it back anymore and vomit quite literally forced its way out of him. Seb guided Chris to the table and placed the garbage bin on top of it while Chris burried his face again into it releasing another full bodied flow that Seb could certainly hear splashing into the sick that was almost half of the garbage now.

Seb was just rubbing Chris’s back apologizing for making him sick when the door to the room opened and a few members of the production team walked in.

“Oh shit..Chris…you didn’t have to come In If you were sick man.” One of the crew members said.

Chris shook his head while Seb answered.
“He’s not sick, I am.”

This certainly got a few odd looks. “Your sick but he’s puking?” They said confused and sort of laughing.

Chris just held up his hand ready to say something but was pulled down into another gag so he just let his hand fall again to the table.

“It was my fault..I puked which made him puke………..and um…” Seb swallowed again.

A crew member looked at him sideways. “And your gonna puke again aren’t you.” He said, and Seb just nodded, he couldn’t open his mouth at this point.

Chris lifted himself from the garbage oblivious now to Sebs second dilemma, but this gave Seb enough time to lunge toward the garbage and heave up more of his stomach.

Chris looked to him sympathetically but also wearily as he brought a hand up to his mouth and one to his stomach and bolted from the room to the washrooms.

The few crew were standing there like they had just watched a live action movie in person. “Well this certainly is fucked!”

The end..