[In those three seconds, she does. As best she can, anyway. Eyes locked tight, breathing steady, counting down in the back of her mind-
-Pop-
The second time isn't any better. But at least there's nothing left for her to vomit up upon their arrival. Eyes still screwed shut she stumbles along blindly, bracing herself against the sink, the toilet, whatever comes first.
[Action, June 12th]
-Pop-
The second time isn't any better. But at least there's nothing left for her to vomit up upon their arrival. Eyes still screwed shut she stumbles along blindly, bracing herself against the sink, the toilet, whatever comes first.
Dry heaves hurt all the same.]
...merde.