sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-06-04 07:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alec, anghara |
Apt 8160, morning, Ang and Alec, Closed.
Ang was, for once, up before Alec, and down into the bathroom quick as a flash. although she'd been queasy lately, this was different. This morning she felt really ill, and it wasn't long before she was hunched over the toilet, one hand holding her hair back and the other struggling to hold her up. Several minutes passed and yet it seemed not to want to stop, despite the fact that she was down to dry heaving, a painful process that left her on her knees and in tears. The taste of bile filled her mouth, acrid and bitter, her nose was filled with the vile odour, and even before the retching had stopped the sound of her sobbing covered it up. Really there was only one thing Ang hated about life, and that was throwing up.