Tru was bent over the bucket, her tiny frame heaving from the effort of throwing up. She coughed, trying to push back the next wave of nausea, but it hit, and it hit hard, and she wretched into the bucket again.
Liam rubbed her back soothingly. "I'm going to take the day off and stay with you."
"N - " Tru was cut off again by more throwing up. She finished and took a deep breath, nose wrinkling from the smell. "No, you should go."
"Are you kidding?" Liam asked, kissing her back of her neck softly. "I'm not leaving you alone in this condition. I'll call in."
He got up from the bed, and headed for the laundry, intending on getting her another bucket, so he could swap them and clean out the almost full one she had been hugging for the last half hour.
Tru looked up as Liam reappeared in the bedroom, holding the phone in one hand, and a bucket in the other. He swapped the buckets over, leaving again to call in sick to work.
"... I don't think I can leave her alone today. She's too ill..."
Tru was about to protest that when she started throwing up again.