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"My grandma hasn't called yet" Olivia said, bouncing her leg rapidly. "She was supposed to call an hour ago"
"I'm sure she's fine" Wen tried to reassure, but that clearly didn't work as, only a moment later, Olivia booked it to the bathroom.
The table took that as their cue to follow, so they did.
Of course, Mo and Stella went in first to make sure the coast was clear, then Wen and Charlie followed.
The sickly sound of their girlfriend vomiting filled the room, and it was uncomfortable, but they all stood firm.
"Olivia, babe, you okay in there?" Stella asked, knocking on the stall door. The sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the other side.
"Go away"
"We're not going anywhere" Wen spoke up. Mo and Charlie chimed in their agreements.
"Are you done puking?" Stella asked. A moment later, the sound of flushing could be heard, and then the door opened, revealing a disheveled Olivia.
They all wrapped her in a hug as she tried to regain her bearings.
Just then, her phone rang.
It was her grandma.
Everyone saw the girl visibly relax at this, and then she was laughing.
I really was worried over nothing.