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Carrie’s stomach lurched at the sight of her best friend choking on the vile stew forcing its way out of her mouth. She was paler than a sheet of paper and lathered in sweat. Carrie felt nauseous just seeing bile dripping from Maria’s chin, but she knelt down and wiped it away with the stiff toilet paper. Maria heaved and heaved until there was nothing but an empty pit in her gut. She leaned into Carrie who rubbed her back and offered her a cup of water which she gladly took, but even that forced its way up. The toilet bowl was full of a brown mushy soup that smelled sour and hot, and Carrie’s face paled at the strong odor.

By room53, February 24, 2018.
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Leon wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His phone pinged with message after message, none of them from Amelia; hers was a special ring. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull and now his dehydration was too obvious to ignore. He would have to bump down the stairs on his backside. Again his stomach lurched and gurgled. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raised his heavy eyelids half way only for them to fall shut. He raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet again. It was cold and sticky underfoot, he must have missed that earlier. One bleary look told him what he'd been eating last night with Val, late night fish and chips apparently. He sank back to the bed; too many jobs to do, so much mess and his life in tatters.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 13, 2014.