The next morning*
I woke up with the urgent feel to Rush to the bathroom thank god I did, slamming the door closed behind me as I rushed to the sink. Toby raced in behind me and pulled my hair into a low messy bun. I remember his words,
"Your going to be okay"
"Just breathe"
"I'm here for you"
His voice ever so slightly calmed me, allowing me to breathe and catch my breath between vomiting.
The eerie silence was interrupted not from the constant sound of throwing up but by the sirens from the ambulance. I panicked, forgetting to breathe, I didn't even know where the ambulance was going but I still continued to freak out. Toby was still with me holding me tight, he started to say something, it sounded like he was sad, weeping as if I was dying.
Later that morning.