"Drink"

Vanessa's POV

I woke up sick.

Very, very sick. Actually, I kind of expected it, because I was in such a sad mood for no reason, last night before I went to bed, and I woke up at dawn, running at break-neck speed to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet.

I gagged loudly, clutching my chest like it was going to burst open at any moment while I emptied the contents of my stomach down the drain. I coughed, wheezed and made all kinds of ugly noises while I tried to get all of that unpleasant substance from my stomach.

The assisting nurse, who thankfully stayed the night, had heard me from the bedroom next to mine, so she had hurried over, calmly taking control of the situation.

She said soothing words to me as I let out the last of the vomiting spell and trembled to the shiny marble floor tiredly. She was holding my hair back for me, then gently nudged me up to wash my face, mouth and brush my teeth.

It felt like all the energy had drained from my bones.

I pulled myself up and ran the f