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It was pitch black when Dr. Jesse Travis ran towards the bathroom. Just in time he thought as he was violently sick into the sink. When he was sure he was finished, he let himself slide slowly down the wall and shut his eyes. At a small noise behind him, he turned to come face to face with a pair of black and white converse, and one of them was tapping impatiently on the floor. He knew what that meant and slowly looked up, right into the sparkling blue eyes and freckled face of one of his best friends. Ellie Sloan. She was the daughter of his mentor and surrogate father Mark and the sister of Mark's son Steve, and right now, she didn't look happy.
"Hey Ellie," Jesse said as he slowly got up from his position on the floor and looked at Ellie more closely. It was obvious that she had just arrived from a shift at the hospital as her long brown curls were scraped back into a pony tail, she had her cream bag over her shoulder and was still wearing her Reebok jacket. There was only one reason she would be here instead of home, he thought. Mark would have sent her because Jesse had been shooed out of work for looking off-colour and he would have wanted to know that Jesse hadn't died or something.
"Don't you hey Ellie me Jesse Travis," she said threateningly, "Why didn't you tell us you were being sick instead of fobbing us off with the old 'Oh it's just a headache, I'll be fine' excuse."
"Ellie, that's the first time I've thrown up, I swear"
"um hmm," was all that Ellie said in response.
It was useless; Ellie could read faces like some people read books. And those penetrating blue eyes seemed to see right inside you. Nope, it was a complete waste of time.
"Yeah, okay, maybe I have but so…" Jesse started but was cut off by another throwing up fit coming on. He rushed to the sink and commenced the vomiting. When he was finished, he turned to find her standing there with a glass of ice cold water.
"Thanks," he said and drained the glass. But this recent bout of sickness had drained the colour from his face and he looked about to collapse. Ellie picked up on this to and said "C'mon, I'm taking you to Dad." And she was deaf to Jesse's protests as she locked up his apartment, grabbed his arm and dragged him to her lemon yellow convertible which was parked outside.
