The reassurance helped relax her a little, Blue shuddering a broken sigh as an erratic spasm rippled down her spine. The nausea had passed, leaving her spent and tired again, a state she positively detested. But her mate was near, and she leaned into him for more than just physical support.
She wanted to reassure him that she was fine, she could handle it, she was stronger than this, but the words choked in her throat. So she opted to just speak plain. "A lot." A brief grimace crossed her face. "On the inside." Which was just...hell, really.
A few shaking breaths later, the door opened to admit both Owen and Dr. Gwen, the former carrying a clothes basket and the latter bearing a large tray from which rose many enticing smells. Blue felt her stomach rumble in response, but then quickly renig as another round of nausea lurked just beyond her hunger.
The doc was all business, as usual; checking her vitals, feeling her cheeks and forehead, and asking how she felt. Blue considered giving her an exact report of how she felt, but with Owen's eye on her, curbed some of the more 'colorful' responses and admitted that she felt miserable; her stomach hurt, she wanted to throw up but couldn't, and she ached all over.
"That sounds about right, given your recent operation, Blue," Dr. Gwen said, matter-of-fact. "I have something which will help with the nausea, but do you think you might be able to eat something? A little bit of fruit or maybe some crackers?" The doc rummaged in her medical bag, resting on the dresser, and shook out a small white pill, then presented it and a glass of what smelt to be fruit juice to the suffering Beta.
"Drink as much as you can, sweetheart," Dr. Gwen told her, and Blue did, polishing off the entire glass. It tasted like liquid gold, so thirsty was she all of a sudden. She really didn't want to eat, but the doc seemed to want her to try, so Blue picked a chunk of pineapple off of the tray and chewed on it, it tasting like sawdust in her mouth. But she managed to swallow it, shaking her head when offered more. "...can't," she mewed, hiding her face in Omega's chest.
"Okay, honey, it's all right. There's no rush," Dr. Gwen smiled. "Do you think you might want to try and get up for a minute? Stand up and stretch those achy muscles a little?" Now that sounded like a grand plan; Blue immediately opted for that. But her willpower was stronger than her body--never one to take anything slow, she swung around and aimed both feet for the floor, determined that her knees were going to hold her up, but unaware that the price for stubbornness was always high.
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She wanted to reassure him that she was fine, she could handle it, she was stronger than this, but the words choked in her throat. So she opted to just speak plain. "A lot." A brief grimace crossed her face. "On the inside." Which was just...hell, really.
A few shaking breaths later, the door opened to admit both Owen and Dr. Gwen, the former carrying a clothes basket and the latter bearing a large tray from which rose many enticing smells. Blue felt her stomach rumble in response, but then quickly renig as another round of nausea lurked just beyond her hunger.
The doc was all business, as usual; checking her vitals, feeling her cheeks and forehead, and asking how she felt. Blue considered giving her an exact report of how she felt, but with Owen's eye on her, curbed some of the more 'colorful' responses and admitted that she felt miserable; her stomach hurt, she wanted to throw up but couldn't, and she ached all over.
"That sounds about right, given your recent operation, Blue," Dr. Gwen said, matter-of-fact. "I have something which will help with the nausea, but do you think you might be able to eat something? A little bit of fruit or maybe some crackers?" The doc rummaged in her medical bag, resting on the dresser, and shook out a small white pill, then presented it and a glass of what smelt to be fruit juice to the suffering Beta.
"Drink as much as you can, sweetheart," Dr. Gwen told her, and Blue did, polishing off the entire glass. It tasted like liquid gold, so thirsty was she all of a sudden. She really didn't want to eat, but the doc seemed to want her to try, so Blue picked a chunk of pineapple off of the tray and chewed on it, it tasting like sawdust in her mouth. But she managed to swallow it, shaking her head when offered more. "...can't," she mewed, hiding her face in Omega's chest.
"Okay, honey, it's all right. There's no rush," Dr. Gwen smiled. "Do you think you might want to try and get up for a minute? Stand up and stretch those achy muscles a little?" Now that sounded like a grand plan; Blue immediately opted for that. But her willpower was stronger than her body--never one to take anything slow, she swung around and aimed both feet for the floor, determined that her knees were going to hold her up, but unaware that the price for stubbornness was always high.