Scarlett sat in a tiny bathroom on the cold tiled floor, she was sweating through her t-shirt and breathing heavily. The pungent taste of vomit still lingered in her mouth, she had tried to wash it out with water from the sink. But the acid still lingered making her throat hurt and her mouth smell like acid reflux. She had tried to hold on to a few crackers she ate at breakfast, but it came straight up. She rested against the cold wall, it felt soothing to her hot and aching back. In her hand she held a long and thin plastic rod, it had a rectangle shape with rounded edges and it was white. In one end the rectangle was thicker and served as a handle, on the thinner side it had a little white fabric tip. In the middle was a tiny little window with three pink lines on it. Two were close to e
