Hunching over the toilet, I continue to hurl everything I had for breakfast, and everything I don't know if I've even eaten before. I've been here for almost twenty minutes now, all because I have a fever.
But to be honest, I don't know if that's true. The way I feel somewhat says it's true, I feel like shit. But I don't know if it's just a fever. Yet what else can I believe? It's what the doctor said after all.
"Are you okay now?" Iris asks me, while she continues to rub my back, a sensation that had never been more welcoming at a time like this.
I shake my head, as I feel another pile of whatever crawling up my throat. Letting it go, I bend over as my insides threatens to escape into the toilet.
Once I'm done, I clean out my mouth and lean my head against Iris.
"That's enough." Iris says, then she closes the toilet and flushes it. After which she pulls me onto my feet.
