Thread:Moesings/@comment-31597382-20190419132418

So, this takes place about two years before Ever After High, and I really hope this meets your expectations. I tried my best, and this was very fun to write about! I love sickfics!

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Beta Botter is a foodie.

She positively lives for food. Whether it be critiquing it or making it herself, she knows what she's talking about. Ask anyone, and they'll tell you.

So with all that knowledge, who would have guessed that she'd get food poisoning? The odds of that happening weren't that great, but guess what, even slim odds are odds. And luck wasn't on Beta's side that time.

It happened at a party when she was younger.

There were thousands of different kinds of dishes, each one better looking and better smelling than the last. Beta was in heaven. It was a foodie's paradise.

She automatically took it upon herself to sample every treat and offer her expert opinion on them. (though she wasn't entirely an expert at that time, people knew she still baked and cooked herself, so she had some knowledge of what she was saying. So most everyone listened.)

One young girl came a little late. She was a little older than Beta herself was, but seemed a little unsure of whether or not she could offer up her treat.

And that was not okay with Beta. Baked goods were meant to be shared. If you took the time to fashion something with your own two hands, people needed to try it, even if you were afraid of what they would think. Fear should not stop you from embracing your talents and skills.

So Beta did what Beta did best. Sampled the offered treat. It looked to be a little like a chicken pot pie. It tasted a little...off, but it wasn't fully unpleasant. Beta smiled at the baker, and offered up a big thumbs up. It was good for what she assumed was the first time making that, which made the young girl sigh in relief and mouth a thank you.

About an hour later, Beta prepared to go home. She was saying her goodbyes when her stomach gurgled, very loudly and somewhat ominously. She placed her arm over her stomach in an almost protective manner, swallowing thickly when it seemed to decide: "Hey I'm moving into your throat and you can't stop me."

When her stomach gurgled again, she dropped her things and ran to the bathroom. Finally she expelled her stomach's contents into the toilet bowl, whimpering when she noticed small flecks of blood resting in the toilet bowl. This was not good. She felt dizzy and way too warm for the middle of winter.

She pressed her head against the side of the toilet and closed her eyes. Her mind was starting to get a little foggy, and she really thought that no one would really mind if she took a nap here for a while.

She was unsure how long she stayed there, but it felt like only a minute later when footsteps echoed through the bathroom, and opened the door to the stall.

"Oh my...Beta!" Someone cried, Beta herself only catching some of the words. Someone reached down to pick her up and she half heartedly swatted at them, just let her sleep, whoever they were.

If Beta's mind hadn't been so cloudy, she might have taken the time to wander just who had come in the bathroom and who was strong enough to pick her up with hardly any strain or show of effort. But her mind was cloudy and her eyesight blurry, and really all she wanted to do was sleep.

She could hear muffled conversation above her, but she really couldn't understand a single word of what was being said. The next thing she knew, she was being placed on a bed, a nice soft bed, and covered up. She sniffed slightly. It smelled like...her bed! She was home!?

She'd honestly spend more time being confused about that if the fact that the comforting homey smell of her room, the scent of cinnamon, vanilla and fresh baked bread, wasn't making her feel even more nauseous.

She wasn't sure how long she slept, but when she woke up again, her mother was standing over her, a worried look on her face. She smiled softly at her daughter, as Beta tried to get up. "Hush now little one." Her mother soothed, pressing a wet rag, cool to the touch, against Beta's forehead.

"You got food poisoning last night. Apparently that chicken pot pie you tasted? the chicken wasn't cooked all the way. It was still half way raw. She apologizes for that by the way."

Beta's mind was still pretty hazy. She was just barely grasping what her mother was saying, but one thing in particular stood out as confusing. "Who apologized?" She whispered.

"The girl who brought you. She didn't tell me your name, just wanted to let me know to tell you she was truly sorry about what happened, and that it scared her to see the sight in the restroom. She apologized for the chicken pot pie, she didn't know you had to be doubly cautious about chicken, no one bothered to tell her. She had never even heard of food poisoning." Her mother said with a slightly disapproving tone.

Beta blinked. "Wait, she carried me all the way home?" She gasped.

"Yes indeed. She's very strong. Now get some rest little one." Her mother soothed.

Beta tried to fight her closing eyes, but she couldn't, and slept on.

She had never suffered through food poisoning before, but now that she was, she was doubly sure never to eat anything, without knowing 100 percent that it was safe to eat. She did not want to go through this again. 