WHO: Isabella & Chris & Wyatt WHEN: 7am Mon London Time, 10pm Sun SanFran time WHERE: Wyatt's apartment (& apparently Chris lives there too!) WHAT: Izzy is sleeping... or trying to RATING: pg13 maybe
It was about six in the morning when Isabella's Head of Department kicked her out of the office. She'd been there since Willow left her flat on Saturday afternoon. She hadn't slept. And her boss told her if she didn't leave, he was going to fire her. Well, she didn't actually believe him, but he could take her off the case she was on. The demon/Death Eater thing. She had to stay on that case. And she had to find Lily. But she had to keep her job to do it. So Izzy left.
Standing in the middle of her partially clean flat, Isabella looked around as the sun started peeking through her window shades. She was never going to be able to sleep like that. And then it dawned on her, it was probably still dark at Wyatt's! So she changed into some jimjams and apparated into his bedroom. The clock said ten, so she figured Wyatt wasn't home. Well, he would care if she curled up in bed anyway. So that's exactly what she did.
Izzy had no idea how long she'd been asleep. It felt like minutes, maybe seconds. And then she was wide awake again. And it took her almost as long as Saturday to realize why she was wide awake. Her stomach was churning. What the fuck? What the hell was wrong with her? Taking a few long slow breaths, Isabella tried to calm her stomach again. She tossed and turned a few times, trying to find the least upsetting position. But nothing was working. And finally her stomach decided if she didn't hit the bathroom soon, it was going to vacate wherever the hell she was.
Jumping out of bed, Izzy darted through the living room to the bathroom floor. The good thing about Wyatt's flat? She didn't kill herself trying to get there. The bad thing? The bathroom floor wasn't cushioned by piles of dirty clothes. On top of puking her guts up, Isabella had slammed her elbow into the wall and bashed her knees on the tile. She was going to be bruised. But at the moment all she could think was that she was going to have another marathon puking session and get absolutely no sleep. Well, that and "oh no, not again".