The transformation left me utterly exhausted. I wasn't used to changing so fast in the first place and then altering back in such a short amount of time.
Curled up in a ball on the tiled floor, I shivered. I wanted to move, to go to the toilet and throw up, hoping it would help me feel better. Then it hit me, the other reason I wasn't coping. The vampire blood. It was still working its way out of my system.
The thought of it, of the foul taste it had left, made me move. I crawled my way to the toilet just in time for it to come up.
There was a knock at the door and Isaac's concerned voice called out, "Leila, are you okay? Sorry, silly of me to ask. I know you're not, but do you need help?"
As nice as it was for him to ask, I couldn't answer. Still, I managed a moan between heaves and prayed he didn't take it as an affirmative for him come in. If he did, it'd embarrass the hell out of me because I was naked and bent over a toilet in his house, puking my guts up.