Isabella heard the door open. She held out her hand for the water without looking up. And then she heard the voice clearer than she had a moment ago. Looking up, Isabella nearly jumped out of her damned skin. She actually backed up for a minute. And then got a hold of herself and shook her head a little. "Godric's gonads! I thought you were Wyatt. What the hell are you doing here?" Probably not the nicest way to greet someone, but she was ill and startled. And sometimes Isabella's tongue got the better of her.
Taking a drink of the water, Isabella gargled and spit. Then she took another drink and swallow. And immediately regretted it. Two seconds later she was doubled over the toilet again, heaving and gasping. Why the hell was she puking like this? Something was definitely wrong with her. And she just hoped that she was wrong about her suspicions.