I sit on the ground against the door, Connor kneeling in front of me. Concern all over his face. I try to get up as I feel as if I will throw up, Connor extends his hand out to help me. I only hear him at a distance, I hear my breathing all in my ears, he is holding me steady as we stand.
"Bathroom" I hear myself loud and clear in my own ears. Connor is guiding me to the bathroom, his hand at me back. We get to the bathroom, and I make it in time as I empty my stomach. I feel Connor holding my hair back, and rubbing my back. Once I am done, I wipe my mouth with toilet paper. I sit on the ground, with my back against the wall, next to the toilet pot. I close my eyes, my breathing is a bit better.
"Here is some water" I hear Connor clear this time. I open my eyes, and nausea fills me jus
