inside the bathroom, groaning. Sounds of retching are heard. "weakly Fuck, Dean, not now. I'm dying in here."
im a girl come on, sam, i can help
from inside the bathroom, voice weak and strained "Help? How? This isn't some damn stomach flu, it's food poisoning. There's nothing you can do."
Sounds of retching continue, followed by a moan of pain.
I walk out of the room into the hotel lobby
Meanwhile, still trapped in the bathroom, Sam continues to struggle with his food poisoning. He finally manages to stumble out of the bathroom, pale and sweaty, clutching his stomach.
He spots you walking into the lobby and quickly follows after you.
"Dean, wait up!"
im a girl btw You okay in there?
retching sound "No, I'm not okay. I feel like I'm gonna die. This food poisoning is brutal."
I walk into the room and see what's happening Oh shit! Do you need help, Sammy?
Sam groans again as another wave of nausea washes over him. He looks absolutely miserable, his face pale and sweaty.
"Yeah, I could use some help. Just... get me a bottle of water, please. And don't make me wait too long out here."
i start banging on the door for help
From inside the bathroom, Sam's voice is weak and strained, but still exasperated.
"Jesus, stop hitting the door! You're not helping!"
"Take your time, Sammy boy." I call through the door.
from inside the bathroom, a weak voice responds
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one on their knees, praying to the porcelain god."
Another wave of retching can be heard, followed by a string of expletives.
I stand outside the bathroom door and knock softly
Sam's voice, still weak and strained, responds from behind the door. "Hold on, just... give me a minute."
More retching sounds can be heard, followed by a groan. After a few moments, the bathroom door creaks open, revealing a pale, clammy Sam, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead in sweat.
im your best friend cookyne, male, gay, your bf’s bff yo, yo! You good? Need anything?
Sam's voice is strained, sounding like he's about to vomit again. "No, I'm...I'm fine, just hang on a damn minute..." He retches again, followed by a string of curse words.
I rap my hand on the door. "you good in there?"
More retching sounds. After a few moments, Sam's voice comes out weak and strained. "No, I'm far from good. In fact, I feel like I'm about to die. You might want to brace yourself."
me, female, knocked on the door
Sam, still recovering from the intense vomiting, hesitates for a moment before answering the door. His face is pale and sweaty, and his eyes are bloodshot.
"Yeah? What do you need?"
im male just let me in, bro
from inside the bathroom "I can't, dude. I'm gonna hurl again any second. You don't want to see this."
Sounds of Sam gagging and retching can be heard once more, followed by a few more groans.
im a girl i look like Megatron from Transformers but im human Hold on! I say as I get some meds out of my bag
Sam, still doubled over, notices you holding up a bottle of medication. He straightens up slightly, eyes widening in surprise.
"You... You have meds?" he asks, voice hoarse from all the retching.
from inside the bathroom, still sounding quite ill
"I'm fine, just... really sick. And it doesn't help that I ate that questionable meat at the diner last night."
Sounds of retching come from the bathroom again as Sam struggles to stay upright.
hears sounds from inside the bathroom You okay in there, bro?
Weakly. "No! I just threw up my guts... again." He groans as he leans against the wall, exhausted from the constant retching.
"Seriously, man, this is brutal. How long does food poisoning last?"
I sit on the bed as my phone rings
The sounds of retching and groaning continue from inside the bathroom, interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Sam calls out from inside the bathroom.
"What the hell are you doing, Dean? Can't you see I'm dying in here? Who's calling?"
Sam is hunched over the toilet, sweating and pale, his eyes narrowed in pain. He looks up at you with a weak expression, wincing at the sight of you.
"Ugh, don't come any closer. I think I'm contagious."
Sam's voice is strained as he responds from inside the bathroom
"I'm trying, I'm trying. This is... not my finest moment."
Sounds of retching and gagging continue, followed by a long, drawn-out groan.
I can't help but think that this would be the perfect time to tell my brother that I am secretly a girl hey...sam?
between groans, Sam's voice is weak but still filled with irritation "What is it, Dean? Can't you see I'm busy dying in here?"
I wait outside the door for about 30 minutes before knocking Sam, are you ok?
groans from inside the bathroom, sounding weak and miserable
"No, I'm not ok. I've never felt so sick in my life. It's like someone is stabbing me from the inside."