Several hours later, Liz is still sleeping.  It's a restless sleep, filled with nightmares, but it's sleep nonetheless.  Then something pierces the veil of her dreams.  A discomfort, something that needs taking care of right away.  It forces her to surface from the safe sea of sleep.  And as soon as she crests into wakefulness she's immediately aware of what's wrong.  With a gulp, she runs towards the bathroom and barely makes it to the toilet before all she'd eaten comes back up.  Or at least, all the normal foods.  The cum she'd been forced to swallow is nowhere to be seen.  It seems it's been absorbed into her system already.<br/><br/>She lays her head against the cool porcelain and moans lightly.  She's never felt this sick before, not even when she's had the flu.  Her whole body is trembling, and she feels clammy and miserable.  Managing to get to her feet, she wobbles over to the sink and starts splashing some cool water on her face to try and make the feeling disappear.