and Tim lay on the bathroom floor in his hotel room. He hadn’t dry heaved since three. He was thirsty but afraid to drink for fear it’d come right back up. He could hear Erin snoring softly in the other room. He’d tried to stop her from coming to his room, but although she was a little bit of a thing, she had a strong will and all his energy had gone toward holding it together until he could get to the bathroom. Once there, he barely avoided making a huge mess. Erin handed him damp cloths, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders when he got the chills and murmured soothing things to him as he slumped over the toilet bowl in misery. It shouldn’t have mattered. She was a nurse, for fuck’s sake. She did this type of thing and worse for a living, but he hated that a woman had seen him weak as an infant, puking his guts out and unable to do a fucking thing about it. Call him a Neanderthal, but a large part of his self-image came from his strength and toughness.
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