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Gomer rested his head against the cold window. He wasn’t feeling the best at that moment. He was actually feeling awful. He had forgotten to tell his friend Duke that he actually gets badly car sick most of the time. And at that moment, he was feeling sick to his stomach.
Duke didn’t really notice how sick Gomer was, yet he did notice how quiet he was. Duke knew it wasn’t like Gomer to be quiet, usually he’s talking up a storm. Duke didn’t really think much of it, he was mostly focused on the road.
But then Duke looked over at Gomer, and saw how pale he was. He was whiter than a ghost. He looked almost dead.
“Gome, you doing ok?”
“Not really, Duke. I don’t feel so well.” Gomer said very weak.
“You don’t? What’s wrong?”
“I just feel very nauseous, Duke.”
Duke’s heart sank to his stomach, as he had terrible emetophobia and couldn’t stand even hearing about throw up. “Nauseous? Like you’re gonna throw up?”
Gomer nodded, which made Duke even more nervous. “But this happens very often. I’m always getting car sick.”
“You look awful, Gome. Do you think you can make it until we get back to the base until you throw up.”
“I don’t know, Duke. How far are we from the base.”
“I don’t really know. But I think we’re almost there.”
“I may not make it.”
“If you do, do you have any medicine you can take so you won’t spill your guts everywhere.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I’m gonna make it until then.”
“Oh, well roll the window down in case you start to puke.”
Duke’s heart started racing in his chest as he was dreading Gomer throwing up. He can’t even stand the sound of someone puking, which is probably what he’s going to be hearing soon.
That’s not even what he was most scared of, he was afraid of throwing up himself. When someone around him throws up, he starts getting nauseous then he throws up. Been that way since he was a child. He was terrified now. Throwing up always gave him a panic attack.
Duke’s foot was tapping violently against the floor of the car as his whole body shook. Gomer took notice to Duke’s behavior, and even being as weak as he was, questioned him about it.
“Duke, you look nervous. Are you car sick too?”
“No Gomer, just a little worried that’s all.”
“Why are you worried.”
“I’m very scared of vomit, Gomer. Just the thought of it makes me tense. I know you may throw up soon and that’s worries me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Duke.”
“Don’t be sorry, Gomer. It’s not your fault. It’s just I’m terrified of puke. I hate it.”
“I’ll try to make it until we get back to the base. But if I don’t, I’m sorry.”
There was some silence between the two men until Gomer started to feel a little strange. Something was definitely rising in his throat and he knew he was going to vomit his guts out.
With the little strength he had left he muttered out, “Duke, pull over.”
Duke couldn’t exactly hear what Gomer said, but when he look over at him and saw his hand over his mouth, he knew what was going on.
Duke quickly pulled over the car over and Gomer threw open the car door and ran out. He was going to vomit behind a tree but he didn’t make it there and just bent over and threw up in the grass. He was lucky it was just open woods and not a neighborhood or anything like that.
Duke tried not to look at Gomer vomiting but he could still hear it, and the sounds of him throwing up sent shocks down his spine. It wasn’t long until he started feeling his stomach start to churn.
Duke put his hand over his mouth and bolted out of the car. He went close to where Gomer was throwing up and he start to throw up.
Gomer had just gotten down emptying his stomach when he just sat his weak body down in the grass right next to his puddle of vomit. Duke was still vomiting though.
Once Duke was finished emptying his stomach. He mustered up enough strength to help Gomer up and help him walk to the car. They both were feeling awful and Duke was having a huge panic attack but tried not to let it show.
The both sat in the car, still feeling terrible. Though, Gomer’s stomach was feeling a little better, he was still pretty weak.
But Duke on the other hand was a wreck. He had just thrown up, which is his least favorite thing in the entire world.
Gomer said with his weak voice, “I’m sorry I made you throw up, Duke.”
“It’s not your fault you’re sick, Gomer. I always throw up every time someone else does. I’ve been like this since I could remember.”
“You must be really frightened right now.”
“I’m ok, Gomer. I just need a second until I start driving again.”
“Take as long as you need, Duke.”
“Gomer, I promise once we get back to the base I get you right to sick bay.”
“Thanks, Duke.”
Duke calmed himself down inside and started to drive off again.