HISTAMINE INTOLERANT SYMPTOMS

Fatigue

Digestive issues

Nausea

Vomiting

WILL BE SHORT AND QUITE FAST PACED! SORRY!!

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When Peter woke up, he was in a hospital bed. He looked around and saw Tony laying next to him in a chair. Peter went to sit up, but found a sharp pain across his abdomen. He hissed, and clutched a hand to it.

Tony woke up at the hiss and sighed in relief. "Peter, thank god that you're awake," Tony exclaimed. Peter frowned, about to ask for an explanation when it all came back to him.

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Peter woke up and felt really hungry. He got dressed and trudged down to the kitchen and grabbed a Banana. As he was eating it, he grabbed a yogurt. He sat down at the kitchen side and began to practically inhale his breakfast. As the day progressed, Peter's stomach grew more restless. He felt nauseous and his stomach was cramping around where his intestines would be. His stomach keep growling and making unhappy noises as well... all day. While he was in the lab, he felt his stomach begin bubbling. He thought that he was just hungry. WRONG! When he grabbed a bar of chocolate, his stomach cramped again and Peter pulled his arm down and hissed, grabbing it in a vice-like grip. Peter panted as he felt his stomach rebel. He had enough time to knock a plastic bowl off of the side and retch into it on the floor.

Tony came in at the wrong time.

Tony caught Peter doubled over at the waist, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. "Pete?" He asked, edging closer. Then he drew back when Peter began to gag and heave. Tony slowly stepped forwards and placed a hand on his back whilst it heaved. It jumped with every heave his body was making. "Ok... ok, easy there, champ... don't wanna hurt your self..." Peter either didn't hear him or didn't care. He kept throwing up. When he stopped, Tony nudged the bowl (thank god!) away and sent for a robot to come on clean it. He grabbed Peter's shoulders and began to direct him when he heard a loud grumble. Tony's eyes widened as he looked at Peter, expecting a look, when all he saw was Peter's face tightly screwed up, arms wrapped around his abdomen. "Pete? Are you ok?" Tony jumped back as Peter began heaving, hard. "Whoah, there Peter... slow down bud! You'll hurt yourself!" Tony watched in horror as Peter kept heaving, each one more vicious than the last. When he stopped again, after Tony had called (another) bot, he made Peter look at him. "Ok... you throw up one more time, and it's an IV..." He looked at Peter as Peter's chest jumped forwards slightly. Tony sighed, "Might as well get it out," And Peter threw up again. Tony grabbed his shoulders and steered him towards the MedBay.

When he realised that Peter was half-passed out, Tony took his body weight. Suddenly, half-way down in the elevator, Peter crossed his legs and whined. "What's up, now, Peter?" Tony couldn't help but allow the slight annoyance seep into his tone. Peter just whined again and crossed his legs tighter. "You need the bathroom?" Peter did say anything, but kept his lips in a tight line. Before they'd even reached their destination, Tony felt something wet run down his legs and screwed his eyes tightly shut. He hauled Peter out of the lift, and then realised that Peter had passed out.

Then he'd hooked him up to an IV, a catheter and left him to sleep.

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Cue now. Peter blushed, heavily. He was about to apologise when Tony gave him a look. "No apologies necessary. Though, an explanation would have been nicer than throwing up on the floor and pissing down my leg?" Peter stuttered, "I have a histamine allergy? It makes me vomit..." Tony sighed. "Kid, you need to tell me these things."

Then waited.

"You owe me a new pair of pants."