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Oooh okay, so i love Jonah and Wendy's vibe and I was thinking - how about him getting a little too wasted at some medics function, confessing to her how much he likes Leo, and then having to dash away to puke?

(Feel free to just leave to one side for a while cause I know you have loads of Jonah prompts!!)

"Let's dance," Jonah said, chugging the last of his beer and grabbing her hand, pulling Wendy up. Somehow, HR's idea of a hospital bonding included beers and barbecue. Sure, it wasn't your "in the backyard bbq", but it was still far from what he would've considered appropriate.

Wendy had been too enthralled all evening, listening to Jonah bitch non stop about it. Not only about the food and the heat and the fact he was being served beer, but anything and everything under the sun. It was clear he had a thorn on his side, but until he decided to speak on it, he was set on being an absolute bitch.

It was amusing, she thought, giggling and throwing her arms around his neck as he pulled her to the middle of the garden.

They had hired a band, but no one was dancing. Not to bossa nova, that was just not... Not something people knew how to dance to. Wendy didn't. But Mr. Fancy Boarding School did, as he put his hand on her hip and swayed her side to side, an easy drunk smile on his face, that she knew she should cherish, because it wasn't going to last.

"No, eyes here," Jonah tipped her chin when she tried to look at their feet and Wendy huffed.

"I'm going to fall and make a fool of myself."

"I'm not gonna let you fall," he scoffed, squeezing her hand in his and pulling them both to the right with one quick step, then stepping forward - forcing her to go backwards - slowly.

Wendy allowed him to manhandle her around like a ragdoll, bodies pressed together in the mellow rhythm enough that she could ask "What's gotten into you today?" without fear of being overheard.

As she predicted, his smile slipped and Jonah scowled, "nothing."

"Oh really?" she rolled her eyes as he twirled her, "Jonah, c'mon, you've been bitching non stop and now we're dancing."

"I like dancing," he said defensively and Wendy leveled him with an unimpressed glare.

"Jonah."

He twirled her again, so her back was pressed to his chest, "Leo."

"Uhm, Leo," she repeated cheekily. Jonah hadn't ever spoken out loud, but it was no secret to her just how stupidly into Leo he was. Not when his eyes sparkled like that around the man, not when Leo was the subject of 90% of his conversations and not even in a mean way, but fond and tender, "what about Leo?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, turning her around and Wendy laughed, tipping on his arms before coming closer again, hand in his hand, face to face.

"What? You're not gonna tell me?" she egged him on, "That bad?"

"It's not that bad," Jonah grumbled, making a menacing face and she rolled her eyes at his big scowl. It wouldn't ever work on her, despite it sending nurses, doctors and football players cowering.

"Then spill."

He made a face, then ducked his chin to his chest and muffled a small burp, all dainty and nothing like what she had heard in the headquarters of the hospital.

"Sorry, excuse me. All the bee-"

"Leo, we were talking about Leo," she didn't let him change subjects and stepped closer. Now other people had joined the dance floor, none of them as on rhythm as Jonah, but all of them clearly having more fun, "So?"

"Ikissedhim?" Jonah said in a way that sounded like a question and she raised her eyebrows, but didn't pull back.

"You what?!" she whispered and Jonah turned her again, back to chest once more, but instead of answering he muffled a wet burp on her shoulder and caused Wendy to groan, "Jon, ew."

"Sorry," he said, sounding more bitter and sick than actually sorry. Wendy wrinkled her nose, turned her head to look at the director's table, but kept swaying in his arms.

"And I'm guessing it didn't go that well?" she whispered, a fake smile plastered on her face. Jonah grumbled something uninteligible, "Jon?"

"It went great-"

"-so why do you look like he kicked your metaphorical dog?" Wendy dropped all pretense of fake happiness and turned around to face him. Something very close to annoyance started to itch under her skin, as she saw the deep crease between Jonah's brows.

"Well... He didn't remember it," Jonah grumbled, stopping to move too and planting a hand on his chest, rubbing up and down uneasily, "it was when he hit his head."

"A week ago," Wendy deadpanned, trying not to think of the fact he had been sitting on these news for a week. Her voice softened, "honey, he was really concussed-"

"He remembers, Dee," Jonah grimaced, brought a hand to his mouth and muffled a weak, airy burp, "he remembers everything we said that night, he just- He's just pretending he doesn't remember the kiss."

Easy like that Wendy's annoyance returned with vengeance, but now she could feel it clearly and it was not annoyance, it was anger. Protectiveness.

"What the fuck, Jon? That's such an asshole move."

"I guess, I-" he winced, then folded down and a wet, disgusting burp rolled past his lips, making some of the people that were around them take a step back. The head nurse, Claire, frowned.

"Dr. Banks...?"

"He's fine, Clare," Wendy lied through her teeth, wrapping her arms around Jonah's shoulders, "c'mon, let's not cause a sceneee-" she whispered, fake smile plastered on, "nothing to see here, folks!"

She managed to manhandle him away from the hotel garden's but not all the way to the bathrooms. They stopped nearby the water fountain and he planted both hands to his knees, "Wendy, I feel. Uurp. Really sick," he said in a distorted voice and she sighed.

"Breathe, Jon, it's just your head getting to your-"

"No-" he pitched forward with a heave, spat between his feet in the grass, "it's not nerves."

Wendy grimaced, circling him so she was not on the direct splash zone and planted a hand on his back, rubbing up and down as a bunch of wet belches rolled off of him, each one bigger than the previous one- Until he pitched forward with a big burp that morphed halfway through into a gag, sending a gush of pale yellow vomit on the grass.

She wrinkled her nose at the scene and steadied him, feeling his linen shirt stuck to his back, "Jon..."

He was bracing against his knees, a line of drool still hanging from his lips, "it's burning..."

"You just had too much," she reassured him, "breathe in, it should settle soo-"

He shook his head and nearly went down to his knees as more vomit rushed past his lips, this time much chunkier and brown- Wendy turned her head with a gag of her own, staring at the water fountain as she heard the awful noises he was making.

Jonah coughed, sounding out of breath and belched loosely, something he hadn't forced up, "Fuck-" he groaned queasily, falling on his butt on the water fountain and burying his face on his hands.

She carefully averted her gaze from the stone statue pouring water from a basket, pressing her lips in a line as she tried to look at Jonah but not at the mess. He raised his head from his hands upon feeling her gaze on him, "I think I overdid it."

"You think?" she rolled her eyes, "are you still sick?"

He nodded, throat working dangerously, "I just... I just wanna leave."

She was suddenly very grateful they had carpooled there, though not as grateful as she thought of Jonah this queasy stuck in her car.

"I'm just gonna go grab my purse, meet you at the car?"

"Uhm," he groaned, standing up with her help, a hand planted over his stomach, which she could tell was bloated and pressing against his button up.

After a string of apologies and reassurances that "Jonah is fine, he's just a little under the weather", Wendy finally managed to retrieve her purse and make it out of the hotel. She got him a water bottle from the front desk and met him at the parking lot. He was braced against the top of her car, head buried in the crook of his arm and Wendy cringed in sympathy.

"Jon?"

"I'm fine," he grumbled, voice thick with the nausea and she clicked her keys to unlock the car. Upon entering it, Wendy immediately turned on the a/c. All that hot stuffy air couldn't feel good.

Jonah pushed the passenger seat back and collapsed on it, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other thrown over his face, shielding his eyes from the sun.

In the silence of the car, she could hear his tummy gurgle angrily and he wasn't holding back from burping, which she opted for not pointing out, even if the smell and frequency of them were making her vaguely queasy too.

"I think you're right," he groaned after about ten minutes of nauseous burps and silence. Wendy raised her eyebrows.

"Of course I am, but over what?"

"...He's being a dick pretending he doesn't remember it," Jonah lowered the arm that was shielding his face, planting the now free hand on his stomach and rubbing at it, face all twisted with discomfort and heartbreak, "makes me feel like I took advantage of him."

"You- You?!" she interrupted herself, floored at the revelation and pissed, "Jonah, you didn't do anything wrong!"

"He was concussed, Dee..." he leaned in, forehead coming to meet the car's dashboard, "I don't know, I just wanna forget about it."

She was going to murder Leo Wagner, Wendy decided. Instead of voicing it though, she reached over the handbrake and squeezed Jonah's thigh.

"I'm sorry, Jon," then because she couldn't stop herself, "but you deserve better than someone who pretends your first kiss didn't happen."

"Guess," he grumbled, then burped again, "are we almost there? I'm gonna hurl again, I can-" he swallowed in, "I can feel it."

She sighed, taking her hand back and focusing on the traffic, looking for a place to pull over, "almost."

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