I shove him backward. “I have to—”

The sign on the wall for the bathroom is visible at the far end of the room.

“You’re not okay!” Terrence tries to grab me, but I’m already running. The door opens easily; I shut it behind me and lock it. And promptly begin to throw up.

I’ve never vomited blood before, but the sink is now stained with it. My belly is burning, as if a thousand knives are stabbing me on the inside. Clutching the edge of the sink, I try to stay upright as I empty ...