Becca.
Rushing to the bathroom, I threw up the contents of my stomach, which was just bile. Given all that had happened, I'd not been eating much. I felt weak, my entire body shaking from the expulsion. Once again, I found myself in the shower, cleaning up.
This was the last thing I needed right now. Why didn't this sickness just go away? I was starting to regret not bringing it up in the hospital. Tears streamed down my face still as I hiccuped, trying to get a grasp on everything.
Eventually, I dragged myself out of the bathroom and back to my desk. The light of the computer shined on my face, and I reached up and rubbed my temples, trying to get a handle on the situation and failing. Mentally, and physically, everything was a wreck.
Maybe I should go to James right now. He could
