I awoke feeling groggy and sick. My stomach churned as I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, releasing all the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. I sat down on the floor, resting my head on the cold ceramic of the toilet seat and closed my eyes.
“Hey D, are you alright”, Abby asked, sticking her head around the half open door.
“I’m fine, just not feeling to good”, I replied. “I don’t want you to watch m…“, I heaved another load of vomit into the bowl, before wiping my mouth and then flushing it down the toilet.
“I can go get Jackson if you want”, she said in a caring tone. “No, no, no” I replied waving my arm at her, my eyes still closed.
I don’t know how long I sat there for, or how many times I dry heaved but my ribs felt sore from the motion. I got up an
