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Hunter was nauseous.
This wasn't too concerning or uncommon. He was chronically ill and the nausea was a part of it.
Just because he was used to it, though, didn't mean it was fun.
Willow gently rubbed circles on his back as he sat on their couch, hunched forward over a waste bin they'd designated for this exact issue.
"I'm sorry you're feeling like this" she told him sympathetically. "I love you. I'm here"
"I love you too" Hunter replied shakily as bile tickled at the back of his throat. "So much"