Lorelai felt like crap. Throwing up was unpleasant enough when you weren't doing it naked in front of a stranger. She didn't even really feel like moving. She reached out for one of the hotel bathrobes and just managed to grab the edge of it. She laid down, the tile cool against her skin, and half-assedly pulled the bathrobe over to cover herself. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend none of this was happening. Before she knew it, she was crying.