Full, she feels full. So full, but she can't purge. The team is on assignment, and they have to share rooms tonight. She lays there, the weight of dinner compressing her chest. With every breath, she feels the disgusting grease swish back and forth. And there she lays, immobile.
"Prentiss?" Hotch's voice wakes her from her sleep.
"Hotch? What time is it?" she replies.
"Almost 7.30, we leave in 15 minutes."
"Alright, I'm up."
She hops up, rushing into the shower, as Hotch leaves the room ready for breakfast. Stupid phone alarm for not waking her. Fortunately she is sharing a room with Hotch, as the bureau is cutting back on their funding, meaning no more individual rooms. She pauses briefly to stare at her stomach in the mirror, it seems larger than yesterday. Today is not a good day.
Showered and dressed she rushes out of the room at 7.43, with no time to join the others for breakfast.
"Emily, I saved you a croissant!" Reid's voice rings out as she scurries towards the car.
"Oh, thanks Reid. I'll have it a bit later," she replies, placing it in a napkin in her bag.