"Andy!" Charlene yelped, hearing the gagging sound of Andy in the close cubicle. She opened the slightly ajar door and saw Andy retching over the bowl. She crouched down to rubbed her back. Andy then stopped for a while, then again went back to her gagging business.
After several minutes, Andy stood up and went straight to the sink to wash her mouth. "I'm sorry, the medicine isn’t working yet," She said to Charlene as she washed her hands.
"You know what, you should go home and take the rest of the day off." Charlene worriedly said, "Get your stuff and take a cab home. I'll bring your car later," She added.
"No, I'm fine. It's okay," Andy said in a croaky voice. Her throat was sore from the acid of her stomach.
"No, you're not." Charlene firmly objected.
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