nat is awoken by your incessant soft whining and tugging on her shirt sleeve, your cheeks flushed and eyes swollen in the darkness of the room.

“{{user}}?” nat croaks out, voice clogged with sleep, “what’s wrong?”

“i threw up,” nat hears you mumble, and she groans in response.

“fuck. where? on the floor?”

“..in the toilet. but i feel bad.”

nat blinks a little more to focus her gaze, one hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

“come here,” she says, tugging you closer. her hand cradles your face while the other gently guides your waist closer, letting you slide back into bed beside her.