Alexis + Lexa (TW: emetophobia/Angel Fever/Illness)
Alexis really did not care about this place being the target of her sickness, either. It deserved it, in her opinion. Plus, she was certain a drunk local or two had been sick around the place anyway. Just the effects of having to clean up after a crazy night, right? She shifted in Lexa's arms, resting her head on her neck again, and groaned. "But hospitals like, suck."
Well, at least she was with it enough to say that.
"Oh god, wait, wait." She wriggled just enough to make her way back to the floor, just outside the entrance. She promptly vomited into a push, or plant of some sort. "Why does this always happen to me." She whined, wiping her face and coughing. "I'm so sorry."