Ocean's Breath Plateau deadbeat

What hovered in this pair's immediate future was a little bit of body horror. She had vomited in the near past, she had already evacuated her stomach, minutes (she believed) after taking the poison. It had been in the presence of her then-Alpha, and possibly with the aid of another healer (she could not be sure). But it hadn't been enough. Whatever dwelt within her, and she was sure it was something, was too deep and too big... stuck.

But this stranger was right, and Lucani hadn't considered it properly until now — she'd been in denial that she had to return to this route. It would be the most undignified moment of her life, and disgusting, too, for this passing samaritan... if she was even real. Lucani was so feverish now that she was having difficulty distinguishing this as reality.

For whatever reason, however, the medical nature of it all had come into sharp focus, and curiously so. She tried to say the following, as she began to feel very nauseous: It will not be enough. I need you to hit me hard in the stomach. Or pick me up and drop me. I need some serious force, or I will not vomit hard enough.

But what she actually said was: Need to... you need to force...