“Libby and I were both in here for the first few hours, but I told her I would stay with you and that she should go and get some rest.” Ben barely finished his sentence before I suddenly felt the need to throw up. I lunged myself toward the toilet gripping both sides of the bowl as I began vomiting. Quickly, Ben was by my side, holding my pigtails and slowly rubbing the middle of my back. When I finished, Ben stood up and grabbed a cup of water. “Here -- why don’t you try drinking some of this?” He handed me the cup, and I slowly sipped the water. “Let’s go into the next room so you can lay down with Libby,” Ben said, helping me up. I was still unsteady, but my balance was better than before. I let Ben guide me into the dark room and over to the bed. He pulled back the covers and he
