It was the first time she had ever apologized to him, but it felt so empty. He had asked her to leave. He had not demanded it, he had not shouted at her, like she deserved. He had ASKED her to leave.
"God…I feel sick" She felt the bile rise to her throat and made a crazy dash to the nearest bathroom she could find.
[...]
Asuka paused, then heaved for the third time, her entire body convulsing as she let out the last remains of her breakfast on the toilet. After she was done, she slid on the bathroom door, cleaning her mouth with some toilet paper. She still felt sick, but there was nothing else in her stomach.
"God…I feel sick" She felt the bile rise to her throat and made a crazy dash to the nearest bathroom she could find.
[...]
Asuka paused, then heaved for the third time, her entire body convulsing as she let out the last remains of her breakfast on the toilet. After she was done, she slid on the bathroom door, cleaning her mouth with some toilet paper. She still felt sick, but there was nothing else in her stomach.
—Scar Tissue, chapter 2
Everything tied back to Shinji's own scheming. He had been snared in a web of his own making. The phrase 'hoisted by his own petard' didn't even begin to cover this sort of thing.
He violently threw up, not that there was much in his stomach after two months of not eating through his mouth.
He violently threw up, not that there was much in his stomach after two months of not eating through his mouth.
—Thousand Shinji, chapter 14
Instead she seemed rather resigned and asked to continue the movie. She only watched for ten more minutes until the Deathstar destroyed the planet. Kara moved quickly, running outside and falling to her knees, vomiting the food she had eaten. The three ran after her, Kal-El stumbling behind them. Alex knelt next to her, scared to death. She didn't think it was possible for Kara to vomit and obviously what had happened on screen effected her. She knew Kara's planet was gone but she had imagined it dead, scoured of all life, not broken up, despite what the blonde had done with the rock.
"Please never let Kal see that movie." she whispered, shaking, then began hyperventilating.
"Please never let Kal see that movie." she whispered, shaking, then began hyperventilating.
Letting loose of a choice four-letter word, he yanked open the curtains, pulled up the blinds, unlatched the window, and stuck his head out. He still didn't see anyone. "Kara, if this is you—" he said. "And it better be you."
She swooped down from just above his window, grabbed him under the armpits, and was off with him through the night sky before he could unleash a half-decent scream.
Power Girl beamed at Andrew, who was as wide-eyed as a gangster hearing of an IRS audit. "I got a call back. Turns out I aced the interview. Dr. Ginsberg at UCC hired me. Isn't that fabulous?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, gulping.
"I was out with Superman the last couple of days. Luthor busted jail for the 4894th time, and I got to come along and help kick his butt. I think he'll stick to just Kal after his bruises heal!" She giggled.
"Swell," he said, swallowing hard.
"I'm so glad you reccommended me to Ginsberg, you little poop. Wanna walk me to work tomorrow?"
"If I can," he said.
Then he let go of his lunch and it spattered the roof of a Jamaican taxi driver's cab some 30 stories below.
The guy didn't know how it got on his car, but he hoped he never run into that big a bird, ever.
She swooped down from just above his window, grabbed him under the armpits, and was off with him through the night sky before he could unleash a half-decent scream.
Power Girl beamed at Andrew, who was as wide-eyed as a gangster hearing of an IRS audit. "I got a call back. Turns out I aced the interview. Dr. Ginsberg at UCC hired me. Isn't that fabulous?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, gulping.
"I was out with Superman the last couple of days. Luthor busted jail for the 4894th time, and I got to come along and help kick his butt. I think he'll stick to just Kal after his bruises heal!" She giggled.
"Swell," he said, swallowing hard.
"I'm so glad you reccommended me to Ginsberg, you little poop. Wanna walk me to work tomorrow?"
"If I can," he said.
Then he let go of his lunch and it spattered the roof of a Jamaican taxi driver's cab some 30 stories below.
The guy didn't know how it got on his car, but he hoped he never run into that big a bird, ever.
"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti"
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti"
— Lose Yourself, Eminem
"Excuse me, but I'm feeling an overabundance of yellow bile that must be relieved. I'll see you hence."
— Walter, Shin Megami Tensei IV
Pelleas: I think I'm going to be ill...
Sephiran: Be assured that you were essential to Daein's reconstruction, which was a vital step toward waking the goddess. Fortunately, Izuka was able to use you to execute my plan.
Pelleas: You are going to pay! You are going to...BLAAARRRGH!
Sephiran: Be assured that you were essential to Daein's reconstruction, which was a vital step toward waking the goddess. Fortunately, Izuka was able to use you to execute my plan.
Pelleas: You are going to pay! You are going to...BLAAARRRGH!
"You're not the only person in this room with blood on his hands, Cap. Or her hands. A long time ago, before I ever put on a funny suit, I was a CIA op. I did what I had to do. One of those things was doing a button woman from the other side. She'd killed 23 of our people, and I was supposed to be number 24. I don't regret shooting her.[...] I threw up after that one. But I waited till I was in private to do it."
