I wanted to write something for young Sheldon. Then I thought of this idea, it's set in the episode a tummy ache and a whale of a metaphor. In between when Missy tries to get time off school and when she goes to get their mum.

Don't read if you have a sensitive stomach. Seriously don't!

It's told from Missy's POV. She's- to say the least a brat. But when it comes to scratch, she really cares for her twin brother.

"I think she's getting smarter."

I did remember that tuna sandwich at the bus station, alright?

I could remember how dad with his iron stomach hadn't caught the same food poisoning as the rest of us. And how I had started feeling sick when Sheldon did. Then there was mum and Georgie. And all the four of us had been thrown out of a bus. Then spent it lying on benches on a bus station, finding each plastic bag or trash can to use.

And we needed to use- a lot! Especially at the time Georgie pulled down his pants and sat on a trash can, holding a plastic bag on his lap.

By the time Sheldon vomited right over the front of his shirt all of embarrassment had gone out the window. Food poisoning or not- nothing could ever be worse than that night we had spent at a bus station God knows where.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

At least nothing had ever seemed worse than that night until now. I had never wished for so much I couldn't have my own room or at least some earplugs…

Everything I could do was to lie down, lay my doll next to me. Hold my covers over my hand and tried as well as I could to shut the noise of Sheldon's whining and moaning out.

"Ow, ow, ow."

Whatever I tried to do didn't help much…

"Can't you be quiet? It's obvious moaning isn't going to make you feel any better and when you whimper like that I can't sleep."

"Ow, ow, ow."

Obviously not. I tried to shut my eyes closed and shut his voice out with it. Which still didn't work. I could hear Sheldon moving, I opened my eyes and watched him just as he seemed to be heaving and threw up right over his pillow.

"Sheldon!" I exclaimed. "Yuk!"

Yuk?

It didn't seem barely Sheldon knew what he'd been doing. He had heaved without making as much as a single noise, and now he collapsed right next to that pillow.

Shouldn't he at least moan?

"Sheldon?" I questioned, carefully as if the sound of my voice could break him. "Sheldon?"

"Ow…."

It was barely more than a whisper from my twin brother, as if he's stomach and pain wouldn't let him make more noise than that and when the stench of what little he'd been eating the past twenty four hours reached my nose it almost woke me up.

Sheldon didn't act like this from another food poisoning or stomach flu, now he seemed almost half unconscious in pain.

"Sheldon?"

At first I was about to shout for mum. But something I didn't know kept me from it. I kicked my covers off.

The way to the living room, where I could hear mum, dad and Georgie talking had never seemed so long before. But when I reached it I knew I had to find something to say. Something quick, I couldn't start explaining and make Sheldon wait.

"Mum! Something's really wrong with Sheldon."

Random fact (I always leave at least once at the end of a chapter)

I have something for sickfics… But still! This really is disgusting but I had to think of something of why that food poisoning had never been mentioned before or after, or why what happened in the episode seemed worse.