Marcie smiled faintly, deciding to leave the bacon on the plate for a few minutes until it cooled. It did smell pretty appetizing, and Kaden was doing his best. She gingerly turned herself over, sitting up against the arm of the sofa, and went to pick up the glass of juice.
Just her fingertips touched it, a cramp of pain went through her, and she held her breath and made a face until it passed. "Goddamn fuck," she breathed, feeling a bit pale. "This is not- shit, I need to call in for today. I'm supposed to be on the desk." Where had she left her phone? It had to be here somewhere...