There wasn't much of anything coming up at all, but Gemma's diaphragm kept retracting. It felt like being punched. She'd be sore later and she knew it, but that thought flitted through her head and was gone. She could feel Erran's hand stroking down her back, hear him calling her babe--he'd never called her that before, she was sure of it--and his whisper, reassuring.
After a minute or two, she sat back, putting down the toilet lid and flushing it. She was shaking. "Sorry," she said weakly. "I don't think They did that, I think my body just did that. This is so much." Her eyes welled up. "I hate this place. I'm so scared of this place, Erran..."