Post by Evie Ellis (118) on Aug 27, 2009 23:58:50 GMT -5
The day had been one she was rather glad she’d most likely forget. The puncture marks on her arm told her that yesterday had been her “lucky day”, and her aching bones confirmed the story. Most of the morning had been spent lying on her cot clinging to her scratchy blanket as her stomach churned. The organ had felt like it was going to unload its contents on to the floor at any second…for hours. No amount of stomach rubbing seemed to help it and the food she’d nibbled at only made it worse. It was becoming tempting to just shove a few fingers down her throat and make herself vomit. Maybe if she just got the thing over with, it would go away.
Blue eyes shot open. It had happened. The second where your body sends out the signal that up until that moment it had just been a drill. That this is what sick really feels like and say goodbye to whatever you ate this morning, because it’s going to be leaving you for good in a minute. For once, having a bed relatively far from the bathrooms was a bad thing.
One hand clamped over her mouth Evelyn jolted up off the bed and hit the floor running at a pace that would leave her wiped for the rest of the day. Anyone in the way was shoved aside by her free arm as her legs took long strides toward her goal. Unsurprisingly, there were only a few shouts of indignation that reached her ears. Losing hope seemed to make people apathetic towards rudeness, though they’d probably be able to muster up some anger if she couldn’t make it to the latrines in time and puked on their bedding.
Her hand hit the door painfully, but it barely registered in her mind as she dived into the nearest bathroom stall. Thankfully, the thing was empty and unlocked. Evie didn’t even have time to grip the sides of scum-caked toilet bowl before her stomach started heaving. Only luck made most of her its contents land where it was supposed to.
Bony hands clutched at porcelain as violent retching wracked her frame and tears pricked her eyes. For all the buildup, only five minutes had gone by when her stomach had expelled all it could manage and the vomiting subsided into dry heaving. When her body admitted defeat and her abdominal muscles stopped clenching, Evie weakly pushed down on the toilet handle before collapsing on her butt and leaning against the cool tiles of the wall. The fact that the wall was equally as scum-crusted as the toilet was purposefully ignored.
Breathing evening out the, teen assessed the damage. Her bones were aching something awful, her muscles were sore, her throat was burning, her mouth was tasting vomit, and the vomit in her hair made her feel even more disgusting than her dirty knees and hands did. The joys of the processes of the human body.
The redhead was quickly snapped out of her thoughts as the door to her stall was pushed open. Locking it hadn’t been high on her priorities list. For a moment she just stared at the person with wide eyes. How long had they been in the room? Evie waited for them to speak.
Blue eyes shot open. It had happened. The second where your body sends out the signal that up until that moment it had just been a drill. That this is what sick really feels like and say goodbye to whatever you ate this morning, because it’s going to be leaving you for good in a minute. For once, having a bed relatively far from the bathrooms was a bad thing.
One hand clamped over her mouth Evelyn jolted up off the bed and hit the floor running at a pace that would leave her wiped for the rest of the day. Anyone in the way was shoved aside by her free arm as her legs took long strides toward her goal. Unsurprisingly, there were only a few shouts of indignation that reached her ears. Losing hope seemed to make people apathetic towards rudeness, though they’d probably be able to muster up some anger if she couldn’t make it to the latrines in time and puked on their bedding.
Her hand hit the door painfully, but it barely registered in her mind as she dived into the nearest bathroom stall. Thankfully, the thing was empty and unlocked. Evie didn’t even have time to grip the sides of scum-caked toilet bowl before her stomach started heaving. Only luck made most of her its contents land where it was supposed to.
Bony hands clutched at porcelain as violent retching wracked her frame and tears pricked her eyes. For all the buildup, only five minutes had gone by when her stomach had expelled all it could manage and the vomiting subsided into dry heaving. When her body admitted defeat and her abdominal muscles stopped clenching, Evie weakly pushed down on the toilet handle before collapsing on her butt and leaning against the cool tiles of the wall. The fact that the wall was equally as scum-crusted as the toilet was purposefully ignored.
Breathing evening out the, teen assessed the damage. Her bones were aching something awful, her muscles were sore, her throat was burning, her mouth was tasting vomit, and the vomit in her hair made her feel even more disgusting than her dirty knees and hands did. The joys of the processes of the human body.
The redhead was quickly snapped out of her thoughts as the door to her stall was pushed open. Locking it hadn’t been high on her priorities list. For a moment she just stared at the person with wide eyes. How long had they been in the room? Evie waited for them to speak.