Dutchman had been swearing for the last hour on the workings of human bodies and how ridiculously prone to injury and illness they were. It was ridiuclous. Ridiculous.
"Come in," she groaned at the knock. She had changed earlier back into her nightgown and she had been laying on her bed, curled in a ball ever since.
She might have been considered a baby by normal mortals, but she wasn't mortal, not initially. She wasn't used to this and it felt like someone was ripping out her insides. She had already thrown up, brushed her teeth, thrown up again and brushed again.
It seemed an endless cycle and she wasn't fond of the human reflex. Afterall, shouldn't it have helped by now? But now she just felt worse and she didn't know why. She just groaned and clutched her stomach harder.