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“You look like shit, Boss.”
Dark circles lined her eyes and her hair stuck to her forehead. Naomi groaned at the volume of Amos’s voice as it bounced around her skull. She tightened the blanket around her shoulders and leaned her head against the cool metal bulkhead, hoping whatever was left of her stomach contents would stay there. The entire night cycle had been spent in her thankfully private bathroom, curled around the toilet between bouts of vomiting.
“What was in that meatloaf?” She moaned, clutching her stomach as it started cramping again.
“Honestly, I don’t even want to know. Half the Cant’s stuck in their cabins.”
“Why aren’t you sick?” She glared at him petulantly.
“I’ve had worse,” he shrugged. “Vodka goulash kept me in the head for a week. And that was once I made it there. My cabin…” he shuddered, “…everywhere. The smell, it was like-”
“Please stop,” Naomi choked out before clutching the rim of the bowl and heaving. Amos laughed. When she was finished Naomi wiped her mouth and glared at him again. “You’re such an asshole.”
“You know what they say-”
“Finish that sentence and I will puke on you and drown you in it.”
Amos only laughed again before kneeling down in front of her. He unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out a bulb of bright orange liquid. An electrolyte booster.
“You like the orange-flavored ones, right?” He’d always seen her drinking the orange ones the morning after a night of clubbing and karaoke. Naomi nodded and accepted it from him, taking small sips.
Reaching over her head, he pulled a cloth from one of the wall compartments and dampened it from the tap. Gently cradling her head and lifting her hair out of the way, he placed the washcloth on the back of her neck. She sighed at the cooling sensation and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, Amos was holding out a pillow and her hand terminal for her to take.
“Got those cube reno shows you won’t admit you like queued up on there. I’ll be next door if you need anything.”
“But that’s my bunk,” she frowned.
“Yeah and I don’t think you’re gonna get much use out of it for awhile,” Amos grinned.
“What about the Cant, who’s gonna-”
“I’ve already been down to the shop and my terminal’s linked to all the important stuff. She’ll be fine for a day.” Naomi blinked up at him. The pillow was calling her name, she couldn’t fight it. “Get some rest, Boss,” he said softly. She blinked again and his silhouette was going blurry as he walked away and the door slid shut behind him.