chocolates & cigarettes [j]

[vertigo]

J growled and shoved delilah.

[tuyet]

delilah laughed.

kind of. she was still wondering if she was going to throw up anytime soon.

then she nearly fell off the bed, and glared at J.

[vertigo]

J did not see the glare. he continued to lie on the bed.

[tuyet]

she feebly pushed him.

[vertigo]

it did nothing to J. J continued to sleep on his half of the bed comfortably.

when he'd asked for a room that night, he hadn't expected to be given a room like this.

[tuyet]

she pushed him again. "wake up." delilah didn't think she'd to be able to make to the restroom by herself.

[vertigo]

J grunted.

"what."

[tuyet]

"help me to the restroom."

[vertigo]

delilah did not have a dick, did she. J made no comment.

"can't you walk there?"

last he remembered, she had an arm that didn't work, not a leg.

[tuyet]

"do you want me to throw up on you?"

[vertigo]

the situation seemed dire. J got up reluctantly. if she felt like throwing up, she shouldn't be talking.

why delilah couldn't go alone beat J, but then again women and reasoning ...

"let's go."

[tuyet]

the woman slowly, slowly slid off of the bed -- and promptly grabbed onto J to keep her up.

if she had to walk by herself, delilah wouldn't have made it past the floor beside the bed.

"..." why was the restroom so far.

[vertigo]

"..."

J shifted his body so that delilah was still leaning against him before lifting her up easily and carried her to the bathroom where she could throw up in peace.

[tuyet]

it kind of scared her, how easily J lifted her.

but she made it to the restroom and (thankfully) to the toilet before emptying the contents of her stomach.

"... uuugh."

[vertigo]

by the time delilah was done, J was already on the bed again, trying to sleep.