Wild Berry Meadow tiptoe on my heart

he squeezed his eyes shut at the commotion behind him, desperately trying not to heave up his own stomach full of berries. it was only after she buried the mess did he open an eye and glance in her direction, concern painted along his features despite her sounding perfectly fine.

"you ok?" he asked, for both her sake and his own. if she was going to blow chunks again, he didn't want to be anywhere in the vicinity, especially not with the way his own stomach gurgled with nausea.