Lyle groaned as he leaned against the wall. His stomach was definitely not happy with him. Currently, he was camped out in the bathroom of his apartment. he'd been there for a few hours. He slowly and shakily stands. Flushing the toilet, he washes his mouth out. Brushing his teeth, he leans heavily on the sink. Spitting, he puts his brush away and was on his way to bed when there is a knock on the door. He sighs and pads over to open it. There stood Terminal, a worried expression on his face. "Lyle, are you alright? Your face is really pale." Lyle nods and leans against the door frame. He was worried. Walking over to the door had really drained any energy he'd had. "I'm doing okay, I've most definitely been better. Seems my stomach decided to rebel today. I also woke up feeling very lethargic, so combine that with the stomach difficulties and this is what you get." Terminal nods in understanding. "Remember that meeting that we had scheduled at ten?" Lyle nods and smiles slightly. "Yeah, that is why my stomach made a run for the exit this morning." Lyle couldn't help but chuckle at the expression that came over Terminal's face. "See, I woke up, looked at my alarm and saw that it was 10:15.So, I roll over, thinking that I could get a few more minutes of sleep. Suddenly, I remember the meeting, and since I was already late, I jump out of bed to get ready. The moment I sat up, my head started spinning and my stomach starts to feel weird. I was getting dressed when my stomach finally decided that It had suffered enough abuse for today. It made a run for the exit and I made a run for my bathroom." Lyle ground his teeth together as a throbbing in his head returned. That throbbing was his warning sign that a bathroom run was soon. Terminal nods. "Well, I figured that you may run a bit late, but the weird thing was that Impact didn't show up, or even call saying that he may be a bit late." Lyle frowned in surprise. "That is weird." Terminal nods. "I know, so around eleven, I head over to his room. I just came from there and..." He quickly looks around. "Don't tell any one, but I picked his lock after ten or fifteen minutes of waiting and knocking. He was out cold. It didn't look like he had even tried to get out of bed. I figured that something was wrong, so I came over here. Lyle nods as the throbbing increased to the danger point. "Well, I you would excuse me, my stomach is on the run again."Closing the door in Terminal's face, he rushes to the bathroom and arrived just in time. He felt guilty about shutting the door in Terminal's face, but he wanted to be alone right now. He knew that Terminal would understand, but still, it hadn't been nice. As his body stops heaving, he mentally blamed his sudden sickness on something he had caught from one of the other officers last night at the gathering.
The End