Beginning*

She rushed out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She slid to the ground and knelt over the toilet, letting the contents of her stomach fall into the bowl. The sounds caused him to get out of bed and walk down the hallway into the bathroom. He stood in the doorway, looking over at her.

“That's the third day in a row this has happened.”

“You don't think I've realized this?”

“Maybe you should go to the doctors.”

“Maybe you should go home to your family.” She looked up at him and wiped her mouth as she stood up.

“I'm just trying to look out for you.”

“You don't have to. I can carry my own.” She opened the mirror and reached for her tooth brush, quickly wetting it and placing a glob of tooth paste on top.

“Whatever.” And without another word, he walked away, slamming the front door after himself.