Chapter 71 : A Second Meeting
*Trinity's POV*
I barely made it to the bathroom before I hurled up all of my breakfast and anything else that was in my stomach that I had forgotten I even ate.
Tears stung the corners of my eyes as I dry heaved over and over with nothing left to throw up.
After a moment, the convulsions stopped and I felt confident enough to stand up and make my way to one of the small sinks bolted to the wall. I bent over and tried to get as much water in my mouth as possible before gargling and spitting it out.
I did this multiple times until I could no longer taste the bile on my tongue. Then I straightened up and looked at myself in the mirror.
My mascara was a little smudged from pressing my eyes so tightly together with the small tears wetting them. I grabbed a paper towel and wet it, fixing my appearance.
I hated throwing up. It was one of the worst feelings ever. I would rather be sick at home all week with pneumonia than deal with that crap.