Gaara didn't make it to the bathroom. He only made it half way there and puked on the hallway carpet, leaning over and falling onto all fours. "Urgh!" Naruto exclaimed. "Gross!" Gaara got back up, but his stomach was curling and churning. He held a hand over his mouth and stepped over his own vomit and dashed to the bathroom. Sasuke and Naruto followed him, the blond slipping a little in the what-used-to-be-soup vomit. It was gross. Naruto had had it with slipping in vomit. He managed to keep himself from falling flat on his face in the puddle and nimbly ran passed Sasuke.
"Gaara, you okay?" The redhead got to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, barely missing Naruto's nose. "Gaara! Wait! You okay?" Naruto yelled through the door. "What... do you think?" he heard, in reply. Gaara's voice was rather shaky. Naruto resisted the urge to vomit as he heard more retching. "Gaara, are you bulimic?" There was a pause. Naruto waited for Gaara's response. "No."
"Are you anemic?"
"Anemic?" Sasuke frowned. "I think that's the word for low iron in your blood or something. Like lack of red blood cells or something."
"Ah, I hate these stupid medical names! Um... Anorexic, that's it! Are you anorexic?"
The door opened.
Gaara looked sick, but that was expected since he'd just "sicked" the toilet. Naruto peered around him, with a sudden gross desire to see his vomit, but Gaara shut the door firmly. "I'm fine," he rasped. "No you're not, you just vomited in the toilet," Naruto argued. "I drank the soup too fast. It was almost boiling and-" there was pounding footsteps, cutting off his reply. "Hey! Hey! Is everyone okay?" Itachi asked. Sasori was behind him, though he didn't really look like he care much.
"Yeah," Sasuke said, scowling at him. "Bit slow, aren't you?"
Itachi ignored the insult and looked at each one of them. "I bet I can guess which one of you was vomiting."
"Gaara," Sasuke and Naruto said together. "Hey, I said I could guess, I didn't tell you to tell me. Gee. Gaara, you okay?
"Fine."
"How's the toilet?"
"Shut up. Who made you babysitter, anyway?"
"You did, when you act like a baby."
Sasuke lunged at Itachi. The eldest Uchiha easily shoved him to the ground as he passed by. "Hey, Gaara, right? Listen, did you get vomit on Sasuke's shirt?" Gaara looked down, the flushed. He had. How disgusting. He actually felt sick, seeing it on his shirt. He had the urge to throw up again, but he gulped it down. Which made him feel sicker. "Take it off," Itachi commanded him. Gaara flinched. "I wasn't yelling at you, I was... uh, just, uh, going to clean it, relax," Itachi said.
Gaara pulled his shirt off carefully, avoiding the wets spots and pulling the cloth away from his skin.
"Gaara, what happened to you?"
Gaara froze. Oh shit. He'd forgotten.
Shit's about to hit the fan, Naruto thought, biting his lip, eyes widening.
Know it's short, but having difficulties with my computer. Seemed best to tell you by updating. In case this computer fails on me, then you'll know that if I haven't updated for a week, that it's my damn computer.
