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Mira and Zoey had been out on a date, leaving Rumi to figure out lunch for herself. So, she did exactly that, and it was quite good.
Not long after, though, her stomach began to hurt. Initially, she brushed it off, thinking it was just digestion.
Then the nausea set in.
This wasn't normal nausea that you sometimes get if you eat too much or eat something you aren't used to, no. This was real, and she barely made it to the bathroom in time before she began vomiting.
She hoped that would be it, but as the hours passed, it became increasingly clear that she'd gotten food poisoning.
Of course, she blamed herself. She'd probably undercooked something or had foolishly forgotten to check the dates, and this was just the natural consequence.
So, when the girls came home, she didn't tell them. Instead, she just kept to herself and told them she was resting.
When dinner came, though, she found she couldn't hide it anymore.
She painstakingly tried her best to choke down her food, but her body refused and, before she could process what was happening, she'd puked all over the couch.
The girls' initial disgust lasted for only a second before it was replaced by concern. Mira quickly got into action cleaning up the mess as Zoey led Rumi to the bathroom to shower and change.
When all was said and done, Rumi was tucked into bed with ginger ale and saltines on her nightstand, and a large bucket by her side.
"You should've told us you were sick" Mira scolded gently. Rumi sighed shakily.
"I'm pretty sure it's my own fault" she told them. "I made myself lunch earlier and must've messed something up. I didn't want to worry you guys over my mistake"
"We're a team, Rumi" Zoey told her. "And we want to know when something is wrong so we can help"
"And so we don't get puke everywhere" Mira joked, earning a light laugh from the other girls.
Rumi suddenly felt a bit silly for having hidden her affliction from them.
I can trust them.