Poison

DASHIELL

Waking up to the sound of Dakota throwing up in the bathroom, I sit up in bed, worried. Last night, we had great sex. She'd been very needy due to her heat period. Even so, it's strange how she's suddenly throwing up in the bathroom, barely three hours after we'd fallen asleep.

"Kota?" I call out as I head towards the bathroom to comfort her.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry," she breathes, and I furrow my brows, holding out a hand to open the door.

"Wait!"

I freeze, my frown deepening, when I notice the distress in her voice. She sounds like she's been crying for a while.

"What's wrong?" I ask, flattening my palm against the glass door.

"It's n-nothing. I'll be out soon. Just give me a minute," she replies with a weak voice. At this point, it's taking me a lot of effort to not barge into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Kota steps out of the bathroom, her head hanging low. Her red hair is all over the place, making it difficult to see her face.

She attemp