[Is she hungry? Chrissy blinks as she presses a hand against her stomach. It's the first time she's stopped to think about bodily functions, and she realizes that she actually feels...incredibly full. So she frowns and shakes her head, as memories of being alive and having a complicated relationship with food fill her mind. This isn't how it was back then though. This is a different kind of fullness, one that almost borders on discomfort.]
Not really, but —
[Pausing, her hands press harder against her stomach. Which turns out to be the wrong move, because pain instantly sets in and she grimaces. A kiss is pressed to his nose to try and distract him, as she squirms her way out from his hold to crawl off of the bed. She hurries to the bathroom, lifting up the shirt and hoodie he's put her into. And she turns, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach...definitely looks a little full and rounded.
Chrissy frowns at the sight and presses her palm as hard as she can against the area. Nausea bubbles up, and she doubles over to lean above the sink as she feels the familiar sensation of vomiting settle in. Only instead of food, what comes up is rough and gritty and suffocating. She nearly chokes on the taste of soil as it forcibly is ejected from her body, spilling up from her stomach and out her mouth. It lands in the sink in muddy clumps that look like bloody coffee grounds. But with the smell of it, there's no mistaking that it's soil.
She tries crying out for Eddie in a panic, but her mouth and throat are too full to make anything but muffled noise. It just keeps coming and coming, and her hands grip hold of the edge of the counter as she tries to just get through it.]
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Not really, but —
[Pausing, her hands press harder against her stomach. Which turns out to be the wrong move, because pain instantly sets in and she grimaces. A kiss is pressed to his nose to try and distract him, as she squirms her way out from his hold to crawl off of the bed. She hurries to the bathroom, lifting up the shirt and hoodie he's put her into. And she turns, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach...definitely looks a little full and rounded.
Chrissy frowns at the sight and presses her palm as hard as she can against the area. Nausea bubbles up, and she doubles over to lean above the sink as she feels the familiar sensation of vomiting settle in. Only instead of food, what comes up is rough and gritty and suffocating. She nearly chokes on the taste of soil as it forcibly is ejected from her body, spilling up from her stomach and out her mouth. It lands in the sink in muddy clumps that look like bloody coffee grounds. But with the smell of it, there's no mistaking that it's soil.
She tries crying out for Eddie in a panic, but her mouth and throat are too full to make anything but muffled noise. It just keeps coming and coming, and her hands grip hold of the edge of the counter as she tries to just get through it.]