BURP BELCH VOMIT PUKE

Description: The room was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the gentle hum of the overhead light.   bunny's her skin was clammy, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the plastic mixing bowl.   the emergency bowl.    the one that had seen too many nauseating nights like this.   the sickness had crept in slowly that afternoon.   first a light fluttering in her stomach, then the tight knot that settled just under her ribs.   she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, exhaling shakily.    bunny hated this part the waiting.   not knowing if it would pass or if it would build until there was no choice but to give in.   minutes passed or hours it was hard to tell anymore.   and then it came!   the heaving started in her chest, deep bleaching from her belly   bunny leaned forward, over the bowl her hair falling into her face as her body convulsed with the motion.     her stomach still churned, her stomach wasn't done with her yet.   all week she ran from the mixing bowl to the toilet bowl.    gagging her guts out!