Chapter 1
Shiva was clutching the streetlamp she’s leaning on, heaving painfully and bringing with it large waves of chunky vomit. It was uncomfortably cold tonight, and she was caught right in the middle of it. She couldn’t stop panting and panicking, her stomach cramping as if she were dealing with 10 separate occasions of food poisoning hitting her all at once. She didn’t know what was happening, but she eventually began dry heaving, still getting sick quite violently. Once she finished, she noted the soothing sensation on her back was someone rubbing it, as she stares at them. Shiva opted to look down at the vomit puddle instead, finding herself wracked with intense heaving again.
Once she’s showered and dried off, she feels them start to rub her back as she lays her shoulder on the person, tired from getting sick.