 Post 3 (drinker) Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
With her head still resting on her knees, Norah watched and watched blurry Yoongi go about his brewing. Blurry Yoongi was almost as wonderful to look at as non-blurry Yoongi was, but her eyes didn't seem to want to stay very open and probably weighed a million bazillion pounds. But who was counting. She considered holding them open with her fingers, but that would mean taking her hands off her stomach and at that moment it felt like her hands were the only things holding her insides in. Who KNEW what'd happen if she moved even the teeny weeniest bit. It FELT like she'd break in half, what with the weirdness in her tummy and the throbbing in her head and tickles in her throat that made her want to cough except she COULDN'T, because that would mean MOVING. Gross. The entire thing was gross. Except for the Yoongi part, that wasn't gross, but if she threw up on him it'd be kind of gross. Okay, really gross. But hopefully that wouldn't happen.
She opened her mouth again, this time to offer some encouragement, but all that came out was a drawn-out groan. And a cough. And then some more silence from her. Merlin, this couldn't go on for much longer, could it? Letting her feet back onto the floor, she lurched forward to lay her head on the table, her face on its side so she could keep watching him as he saved her life. Or tried to, anyways. Professor Newton had promised it wouldn't be like dying but all the moaning and the groaning and the bleh sure FELT like dying. Or something like that. Hopefully she'd never have to find out.
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