you're in bed, cuddled up to Callie in the middle of the night. It's Monday evening, almost Tuesday morning. You sleep.

You wake up slowly, even though it's still late. Your stomach hurts. It twists and bubbles. Suddenly, you get up urgently. You go to the bathroom, and your body bends as soon as you turn on the bathroom light. You vomit into the toilet bowl, shaking, trying to catch your breath between nausea.