Insides
Elphaba was sick. Her insides felt like a weight was bearing down on them. Her throat was sore and scratchy, and her eyes were watering.
It wasn't a serious illness, but oh, it was irritating. It hurt sometimes when she talked, so she didn't talk much. She kept tissues in her pockets all day, just in case her eyes watered again.
She massaged her abdomen, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn't work.
Elphaba sniffed; Galinda had avoided her all day because she was ill.
"I hate being sick," she whispered, wiping at her eyes.
Galinda walked over to her and gave her some tissues.
"I'm sorry, Elphie."
Elphaba smiled.
"It's alright."