One Word Prompt: Ambulance

Mirandy

Shifting in her chair, Andy grimaced at the pain that was coursing through her abdomen and back. Groaning, she leaned forward and rested her head onto her desk, taking deep breaths.

Gasping, she leaned over just in time to vomit into her trashcan that sat beside her, "Oh God."

Leaning back in her chair, she hissed in pain at the movement and hunched forward again.

She felt clammy, bloated, and bile was rising up her throat again. Coughing, she groaned again as she threw up for the third time in ten minutes.

"Andrea, be sure to-" Miranda's voice cut off, and Andrea forced herself to lift her head from the trashcan to look at her boss, "What on earth has gotten into you?"

"I-" She grimaced and gasped as she moved to throw up again.

"Andrea, stand up," Miranda commanded… though her voice sounded somewhat… concerned… Andy thought.

Groaning, Andy stood on shaky legs, and gasped out when she tried to straighten out, clamping her hands against her stomach and leaning over.

She screwed her eyes shut tight and tried desperately to breath through the pain, "I… can't…" she gasped out.

There was a shuffle of feet and clothes and then a cool hand was being pressed against her cheek, and her head was being tilted upwards and soft lips were being pressed against her forehead. "You have a fever." Miranda's voice filtered into her ears, "Andrea, sit back down, slowly."

Hands wrapped around her shoulders, and helped ease her down into her chair, "Move…" Andy spit out, grabbing for the trashcan as Miranda did as she was asked.

Thankful that she'd been able to save Miranda's thousand-dollar outfit, Andy threw up again.

"Vomiting, fever, can't stand straight…. Andrea, where's the pain? You're abdomen, lower back, side, all of the above?"

Andy nodded, her head still stuffed into the trashcan despite the wretched sent, "Yes…"

"Don't move, I'm calling for an ambulance. It sounds like when Caroline had appendicitis."

Andy nodded again, listening- and feeling- as Miranda reached over her to grab the desk phone and dialed swiftly, "Yes, this is Miranda Priestly from the Elias-Clarke Publishing Building, my assistant is in need of an ambulance, and she will not be able to make it to the lobby. She is suffering from abdominal pain, vomiting, fever, and she can't stand straight, or move too much."

Andy listened intently as Miranda spoke with the dispatcher, a feeling of calm washing over her at the idea that Miranda was taking care of her.

Miranda was making sure that she was going to be okay.

Throwing up again, she groaned, but felt a weak smile grace her features when a hand began to smooth across her back.

"An ambulance is on the way, Andrea, don't worry. They'll be here shortly."

Gagging and spitting, she lifted her head slightly and looked up at her boss, both humiliated and calmed by the older woman's presence, "Thank you, Miranda."

Miranda didn't reply, but the hand on her back continued to draw soothing circles, and- perhaps she was delirious- a very small smile graced the editor's lips.

A/N:

Yup. I'm getting up tons of little one-shots, cause I have no brain power right now for longer stories, and little one-shots are fun, and uncomplicated.

I'll do a few SQ ones too before the day is up. I have no idea how many I'm gonna do.

But I'm really just feeling blah... and I'm really screwed over for homework and school and I'm just not able to focus long enough to get pieces done of my longer fics. :(

So, I hope that getting a ton of little drabbles up will be at least a little bit of compensation for my shitty-ness.

All my love,

CBC