MidReal Story

The Unexpected Roommate

Scott Hostman

Scenario:She woke up and was living with her BFF and she felt very nauseous and her friend was helping her as she vomited 🤢 and her friend got sick days later and they took care of eachother and then once they were feeling better they bought a puppy and lived happily ever after

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She woke up and was living with her BFF and she felt very nauseous and her friend was helping her as she vomited 🤢 and her friend got sick days later and they took care of eachother and then once they were feeling better they bought a puppy and lived happily ever after

Lily Carter

Emily. She is resilient, caring, and determined. After a night of heavy drinking, she wakes up feeling extremely ill and vomits. Her best friend Emily helps her recover. When Emily falls ill days later, Lily takes care of her. They bond over their shared sickness and eventually adopt a puppy named Max, bringing joy to their lives.

Emily Wilson

nurturing, and loyal. Emily helps Lily recover from a night of heavy drinking by caring for her when she's sick. Days later, Emily falls ill herself but receives the same care from Lily. Together they overcome their illnesses and celebrate by adopting a puppy named Max.

Max

affectionate, and energetic. Max brings immense joy to the girls' lives after they adopt him from a shelter.

My stomach was hurting really bad and I felt nauseous.

I tried to sit up but my stomach churned even more.

I finally sat up and put my feet on the floor.

I slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom.

I barely made it to the toilet before I vomited into it.

The sound of my vomiting made me want to do it even more so I did.

I couldn't stop.

I felt really bad and my stomach was hurting so bad.

I started sweating and my breath was coming out really fast.

I felt like I was going to pass out and I did.

When I woke up, I was in my bed and my best friend Emily was next to me.

She caressed my hair.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked softly.

"I feel nauseous. My stomach is hurting really bad. I need to vomit," I told her.

"Here, baby," she said as she handed me a bowl.

I vomited into it ⚠️ and then sat up to look at her.

"Do you mind if I go get some water?"

She asked me sadly.

"No, baby. Let me take care of you. You took care of me," I said as I got out of the bed.

I was going to have to crawl because I felt really nauseous and didn't want to throw up on anything or on anybody.

I was halfway to the door when I felt my stomach twist in a painful way.

The room started spinning and I had to stop.

I held onto the bedpost for support.

Emily tried to get up to me but I waved her away.

I was going to get her water myself.

I took a few steps and my legs wobbled.

I was sweating cold sweat and my forehead felt like it was on fire.

The carpet felt like I was walking on a boat in rough waters.

My throat tightened with that burning sensation again.

I stumbled against the wall, my hand searching for something to hold onto.

I gripped the doorframe with trembling fingers, forcing myself to stay upright as black spots danced across my vision.

The kitchen counter seemed miles away, but I shuffled forward, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

My stomach lurched with every step and I felt like I was going to pass out.

I finally reached the sink and fumbled for a clean glass from the dish rack.

I almost dropped it when another wave of dizziness hit me.

The sound of the tap's running water was deafening in my ears.

I filled the glass halfway, spilling some on my shaking hands.

Emily appeared in the doorway, her face a mix of worry and determination.

"Please, let me help you," she insisted, stepping forward to steady me.

I sighed, conceding, "Alright, but there's something I need to tell you first."