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basricTITLE: Green Tea
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: Bobby/Alex
WORD COUNT: 216
RATING: K
Alex struggled up from off the floor to the bathroom sink to swish mouthwash in her mouth. She raised her head to see the greenish tint of her complexion.
She’d gone from vomiting to racking dry heaves with intermittent green bile burning her throat and mouth.
“Alex,” Bobby knocked on the door.
She opened it and almost fell into his arms. He half dragged her to the kitchen since she refused to let him carry her.
“This food poisoning lasts one more day you’re off to the Emergency Room, Alex. No, don’t argue. You are going to get dehydrated. He settled her into a chair and set the cup before her.
“What the hell is this. I’m not drinking anything with friggin’ flowers and leaves floatin’ in it.” Then she grabbed the bucket by the chair and wretched into it.
After her stomach calmed, Bobby pushed the hot tea closer, “It’s green tea with chamomile, you don’t have to eat the flowers, but you can. It will settle your stomach and keep you out of the hospital.
She took a sip. Not bad, the honey taste helped. The fire in her mouth and throat soothed. Another sip and her stomach began to settle.
She reached up and patted his cheek, “You’re so good for me.”
He flushed and made himself busy in the kitchen.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: Bobby/Alex
WORD COUNT: 216
RATING: K
Alex struggled up from off the floor to the bathroom sink to swish mouthwash in her mouth. She raised her head to see the greenish tint of her complexion.
She’d gone from vomiting to racking dry heaves with intermittent green bile burning her throat and mouth.
“Alex,” Bobby knocked on the door.
She opened it and almost fell into his arms. He half dragged her to the kitchen since she refused to let him carry her.
“This food poisoning lasts one more day you’re off to the Emergency Room, Alex. No, don’t argue. You are going to get dehydrated. He settled her into a chair and set the cup before her.
“What the hell is this. I’m not drinking anything with friggin’ flowers and leaves floatin’ in it.” Then she grabbed the bucket by the chair and wretched into it.
After her stomach calmed, Bobby pushed the hot tea closer, “It’s green tea with chamomile, you don’t have to eat the flowers, but you can. It will settle your stomach and keep you out of the hospital.
She took a sip. Not bad, the honey taste helped. The fire in her mouth and throat soothed. Another sip and her stomach began to settle.
She reached up and patted his cheek, “You’re so good for me.”
He flushed and made himself busy in the kitchen.
