I lean my head against my arms on the rim of the toilet.
After just loosing what little I ate today I feel like shit…
A pain shoots up my stomach I lean forward and gag into the bowl after the puking my guts out stops I lean back.
My head is pounding.. It's like there's a small man in there trying to get out. Banging on the inside with desperation..
Ok that's it I'm dying here.. I think I almost laugh at the thought of dying in the bathroom only in my boxers..
That glimmer of happiness stops when I feel the familiar pain and lean back into the bowl.
I dry heave a bit I lean back feeling worse than before.
Sweat has started dripping into my eyes… I wipe most of it away with my hand.
There's a light tapping at the door….
"Occupied.." I say then I think who the Hell would come in the basement to use the bathroom especially at two in the morning?
"Matt please.." a voice says pleading, Wendy sounds frail almost as weak as I am at the moment.
I open the door, then I lean back against the wall silently praying that I don't puke again.
She's standing there in a long sleeved shirt and short pj shorts.
I smile to myself only Wendy would pair those two together.
That smile disappears when the pain snaps back again.. Ow..
I lean forward into the toilet again right in front of her and gag… I look into the bowl not wanting to see her bolt.
Surprisingly she doesn't bolt she walks over , sits next to me on the floor and rubs my lower back.
I dry heave a few times finally it stops… I stay there for a few seconds my head on my arms feeling her soft hands over my back..
I finally get the strength and courage to lean back against the wall..
My muscles scream in protest but, I stay sitting up.
She's looking at me, I can't look at her..
"Hey you can go back to bed.." I finally say and wince at the way my voice sounds.
"Eh I'm having to much fun…" She says giving me a smile.
"Oh yes if someone walked in here that didn't know me they would think I'm bulimic.."
"Or a dying cat."
I wince at the word dying…
"Oh God sorry Matt.." She says realizing that she said the d-word.
I laugh hoarsely.. My muscles hurt and my head is pounding and yet she makes me laugh accidentally.
"What's funny??" She says looking at me like I'm nuts…
"I did sound like a dying cat.." I give her a tight smile.
She beams back..
I realize I'm shaking and clearly she does to.
She stands up I think she going to leave me on the floor but, she returns with a fleece blanket off my bed.
She puts it over my shoulders careful of the blistering..
"You can lay your head in my lap if you wanna." She says gently.
I move and do exactly that, my muscles are screaming at me more.
I let a groan slip out when my head spikes with pain.
It doesn't seem to want to go away…
I close my rub at my temples slowly moving my shoulders sting like a really bad sunburn but I need to relieve the pain in my head at the moment.
Suddenly I feel hands in my hair rubbing, it takes the edge off and makes my head feel intact again.
"Th'nks.." I mumble barely being able to get those words out…
"Any Time Matt any time.." She says softly..
