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Somedays, Charlie could barely eat anything without puking it back up.
Other days, though, she could plow through whole meals with little to no issue.
Yesterday had been one of those days, so she had no reason to worry as she ate an extra hearty breakfast.
But, then, the nausea hit. Hard.
She ended up puking it all back up not long after, but chose not to tell anyone.
She was always a bit embarrassed about her GERD. It was kind of a gross condition, after all. Besides, there was no reason to worry anyone.
Unfortunately, though, this proved to go far beyond just breakfast. She was in the thick of a pretty rough flare-up, and the stomach acid corroded her throat throughout the day.
By the time she was getting ready for bed, her chest burned and she was holding back tears.
"Hey, you okay?" Vaggie asked, noticing her disgruntled expression. Charlie shook her head.
"My chest and throat hurt really bad" she admitted. "I've been having a really bad flare-up today and I'm nervous about going to bed cause lying down always makes it worse"
"Oh, honey" Vaggie said sympathetically, wrapping her arms around the princess. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't wanna worry anyone..."
"You're worth worrying over" Vaggie said softly, kissing her on the head. "Here, let's prop you up, yeah?"
"Okay..."
Charlie fell asleep sitting up, propped up with pillows and blankets and with her girlfriend around her waist.
This condition sucked, but Vaggie always seemed to make it a bit more bearable.