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Let’s get one thing straight before we even start: I know that it was stupid. Monumentally stupid. The most stupid thing in the history of the world. But, you know, I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly: I’d just nearly puked on the girl of my dreams while she was in the middle of making out with me consensually. And I still had a boner. So sue me

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[everyone_takes]

"Okay, bro," Kate answered, eyebrows lifted as she looked down at Marshall just sitting there in the hallway. When she gave it a moment's thought, though, he kind of didn't sound liker her brother and whenever Marshall moped about, he usually did it alone in his room with a bunch of jazz playing.

"Are you okay?" she asked, just to be sure. He had to be Marshall. She knew it was possible he wasn't, but he had to be. The alternative was just too weird.

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"Yes. No."

I have no idea. I feel really sick and I haven't seen her before, but that doesn't exactly mean much on 3 North - people come and go all the time. I groan and rest my head against my knee. What was the last thing I ate? That little man in my stomach is having a field-day with his rope.

"Have you...seen Smithy anywhere? I really don't feel so good."

[everyone_takes]

Holy shit. He really wasn't Marshall.

The accent alone gave it away, but he looked different, too. Just not her brother.

"Yeah, I'd say you might wanna sit down, but you already are, so..." Kate trailed off, lips pursed as she tried to think of a way to explain this without sounding totally crazy. She'd done it before, she could do it again. At least this guy wasn't pointing a gun at her. Although the fact that he looked like her brother was about as alarming.

"So you're not where you used to be," she said. "You're on an island."

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I lift my head for long enough to register that she's pretty, not Noelle pretty, but totally hot and I can feel myself starting to gag and I really don't to actually hurl on her.

"Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry," I say, and then it's really out of my hands. I'm pretty sure I manage to miss her though.

Mostly.

[teambatgirl]

"Hey." She's crouched down to his level, but far enough back to keep from invading his space. Her hair is still wet-dark from the shower and soaking the collar and back of her t-shirt. Her voice is soft. "Hey there."

Stephanie Brown has never been able to walk past someone looking this miserable. Miserable and looking very out of place.

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"Uh. Hey."

I am really afraid that I'm about to throw up. That little guy with the rope - he's a tough master. He knows what he wants. Which I suppose makes him better than me. I groan.

"You might not want to...sit there."

[teambatgirl]

"Duly noted."

She shifts to one side of him, and now they're completely blocking the hallway but, whatever, it doesn't matter. Not when someone looks half as miserable and unwell as he does right now. They can go around, who cares.

Stephanie chances touching his shoulder. "Do you think you might want to go to the clinic to lie down?"

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At least I'm not as likely to actually throw up on her once she's sitting to the side of me. I take a deep breath, drawing it in through my nose and trying to will down whatever the fuck it was I ate last. There's air-conditioning on somewhere and the cool air on the back of my neck is totally welcome. She touches my shoulder. That's pretty nice too.

"I just...kind of want to sit here for a second. It might pass."

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Hey, uh, take all the minutes you want," Bay said, cautiously approaching. "You doing okay?" She hoped it was just a stranger feeling sick, maybe someone new and overwhelmed (in which case she was going to be pretty much completely unhelpful), but after what she'd come across in her first week and a half here, she wasn't ready to rule out demonic possession or something. The island was just kind of a jerk like that.

"I could maybe get some water?" She wasn't entirely sure how much water would actually help, particularly if it was more than someone feeling sick, but it was the best she could do.

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"Water's not going to help," I say, and I keep my head down, breathing shallowly, trying to reason with the little bastard in my stomach, pulling on his rope as hard as he could. I didn't want to puke. I didn't want to puke. I don't usually get a choice, though.

"It'll probably pass."

[neither_a_nor_b]

"So I guess crackers are out too, huh?" she cracked and then immediately frowned. "Sorry, not helpful."

Bay crouched down in front of him, chest to knees. "Would uh, would company help?"

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"It's a symptom? I just. I'm not that good at food?" And cracks sound terrible right now. Chicken nuggets. I could probably cope with those. Processed goodness.

"Just...uh...stay out of range?"