The familiar feeling of crappiness told her which world she was in, more than the bedroom and worried Zee.
Ro knew what she had to do for this one. The stupid self of this world didn't want to stay and probably was making every effort to get out of it, and she doubted her appearance helped. So all she had to do was making crystal-clear to this Zee that she didn't want to leave, that he couldn't get rid of her, that it'd scar this Ro for the rest of her life. All that jibberish they give prospective fosters about giving the children a stable environment.
She'd explain it all to him … after she finished throwing up on him.
Once she was finished Ro looked up at him contritely and hoped he wouldn't hold it against her. Either of her.
Even this Zee didn't seem the type to hold a grudge at being vomited it, as he merely shed his light purple jacket and quickly handed her a glass of water. "Here, drink this, Ro. It'll help," he said as he helped her sit up.
"S-s-sorry," she sniffed, for her throat hurt, after she swallowed.
He smiled. "Don't worry about it. Just remember this the next time you don't want to get a flu shot."
"I don't want to go," she said quickly, trying to look at him. "I don't want you to get rid of me."
Zee blinked at her, surprised, as if he thought that was going to be the last thing from her mouth. Perhaps he did. "Ro, we'll talk about this when you're better," he said finally and he guided her back down.
"I don't!" she said, seeing that he didn't believe her, and part of Ro felt desperate.
"Ro, when you're better."
"You've got to listen –"
"Ro," he said, suddenly very firm, but still kind. "If we're going to have this conversation, I'm going to make sure we have it when you can't claim delirium from a fever. Lie down."
She listened, and part of her smiled. "You promise?"
"Yes," he nodded, bending to pick up his soiled shirt.
"Even though you called the case worker?" Because Ro remembered that, and it would probably make things difficult.
His gaze snapped back at her, and then he looked contrite. "Even though," he said softly. "And I think she'll understand, since she knows you so well. Now, go to sleep."
She gripped his sleeve, desperate for at least one more reassurance.
He must have understood that much. Zee patted her wrist. "Ro, I promise. Now, please, sleep."
She sighed with relief at that, finally obeying. Zee never went back on his word. It was as good as gold. Everything would be all right here.