MCI-Framingham (Massachusetts Correctional Institution).
Bella stirred from her cot, her stomach cramped and twisted, heaving a wave of vomit up to her gullet. Before she could sit up it broke the banks of her lips and poured out the content to the floor. It fell in putrid acidity to the concrete floor, splashing the yellow and red into pools. Bella whimpered while heaving up her body it attempt to stop it. Her frail frame jerked in a spasm as the next wave erupted. Her throat burned and her body shook as the vomit cascaded down her chin and down her overalls, onto the already glistening pool, lit faintly by the fob lights outside. The rooms darkness covered her shame, but the pained wretches screaming from her dry mouth echoed, like a bullet bouncing in a rubber room. Bella cried out, but vomit replaced it.
She collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud and awakened her cell mate. Bella felt the cold concrete welcome her now clammy face, Flo on the other hand was torn conscious from her slumber by the grotesque noises Bella was making. She looked down from her bunk above to witness Bella shuddering in her own fluid. Flo stumbled down, trying to avoid the pools, but couldn't tell where they began or started.
"Bell?" Flo's rusty voice didn't hint with concern or tenderness, the older woman was scared.
Vomit still rained from Bella's mouth, Flo jumped over to the door and began banging on it, to attract some attention.
"Help!" her voice called out, panicked and lonely through the cell lined corridor, her banging constant and heavy. "Someone help"