Who: Abby Maitland & Connor Temple. What: Abby drank the water and is feeling the consequences. When: Early evening. Where: Connor’s place. Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
After spending what felt like eternity in the bathroom Abby shakily made her way to the living area, holding on to the wall for support as she walked. She felt terrible. Her legs were just barely holding her up and her arms supporting her, she was surprised she had made it out of the bathroom without collapsing so far. What the hell was going on?
She had always watched what she consumed and exercised regularly so becoming ill was not something Abby was used to and she definitely couldn’t say she had ever felt this bad before. Groaning in protest she continued on her journey toward the couch but didn’t make it halfway before her stomach lurched and she had to retreat back to the bathroom. Although this time her legs did give out from the sudden rush of energy used in her pick up of speed and she landed in an undignified heap on the floor, thankfully she had nothing left in her stomach to get rid of. But now that she was laying down, floor or not, she didn’t want to move, the cool floor tiles pressed against her cheek brought a small bit of relief.
It had been a few minutes at least before Abby started to move again, she couldn’t lay on the floor all day even if she felt like it was the best option. She shifted with much effort until she was sitting upright, her back propped up against the wall. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back. Right, she needed some sort of help. Maybe she could sleep it off and be fine, her immune system wasn’t exactly weak but deep down she was panicking and her mind picked at that panic further with loads of 'what if's'. “Connor?” Abby called weakly, she couldn’t even remember if he had gone out or not. Oh god she hoped not.