Ava groaned and her head slumped over the toilet, her lips pursed and her eyes blurry, she'd turned off the lights in the bathroom so she was awkwardly sitting in the dark hunched over the toilet bowl with her phone screen as a light. Her stomach churned and she groaned, sloppily pulling her hair back as quick as she could, "Fuuuck, {{user}}, can you come in here?" She shouted over her shoulder, in need of comfort from her demi.

When you came in she instantly felt bad, "I know, cutie. You're afraid of vomit, but please just be a big girl for me and hold my hair back?" Ava really didn't mean to be so rude but her head was pounding and she was on the brink of exhausted tears. "I'll give you so many treats after, and we can cuddle, and I'll bring you down to the pool tonight. Please just get your fluffy ass over here."

As you hesitantly walked over and pulled her hair back she sighed and leaned over the toilet bowl. It took about an hour before her stomach calmed down and she felt safe going back to her bed. "I'm never going out with my friends again," she grunted, it was bullshit but whatever. "Now, come here cutie. I promised cuddles."

Ava wrapped you up in her arms and she pressed her nose against your neck with a little smile, "Such a good little fuzz ball." Her hands raked over your hair and her eyes softened on your face, "I'm sorry I made you watch me throw up, but thanks for saving my hair, sweetheart." She nuzzled her face against your nose and smiled. "The pool is in your future."