As I sat back on the bathroom floor, tired and exhausted by the amount of what I literally threw out I could hear faint voice of someone asking me if I was alright. Exhausted I looked up at the person to find him none other than Zachary. His eyes were filled with worry as he crunched down next to me and put the loose strands of my hair away from my face.
My hands automatically reached forward to him and he held me gently helping me stand up on my feet. I flushed the toilet and dragged myself to the sink where Zachary turned the water on and I splashed the cold water on my face multiple times and into my mouth cleaning it in the process. I watched him in the mirror as he walked to the hanger and brought me a towel but the cold water didn't help me to remain conscious as I felt the energy draining out from my body and before I know it everything blacked out and I lost the control on my body but I did hear a faint voice of someone calling my name.