Angela looked up at her clock. She had been vomiting all night. It was 4:47 AM, and she would have to be awake in less than two hours to get Michael Vincent to day care, and then herself to work. She looked at her face in the mirror. She was pale and had sunken, blood shot eyes; she'd had better beauty days. She tried to stand up, but was hit with another wave of dizziness nausea. Once it had passed, she reluctantly got back on her feet and went to get some ginger ale and saltines, her new staple foods. She thought that she must have had some sort of stomach bug or eaten some really bad seafood, because she had been feeling this sick for almost a week. She walked into the kitchen to see Hodgins sitting with some coffee and toast watching the news.
"Jack, why are you awake so early?" Angela asked him groggily.
"I have to go check out some remains they just found down by the river, and I didn't want to wake you because you looked so tired last night. You know, Ange, you still don't look very good, maybe worse. How do you feel? Maybe you should just take a sick day or two. I can take Michael to daycare if you want a day to sleep it off without being disturbed by a two year old." Jack said.
"Yeah, I'm feeling kind of dizzy and nauseous. I'm really tired too, but no thanks sweetie. While I would like more than anything to sleep the rest of my day, or life, I really need to go in too if they found remains. They're gonna need a face for the body."
"I'm sure they can make do for a day without you, babe. And I'm sure the remains won't mind; I hear they're pretty patient. You should just go back to bed."
"Okay," Angela finally agreed, " But I'm going to get some crackers and…"
Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed.