My stomach lurched again, and I barely made it to the toilet before another wave of dry heaves hit me.

But nothing came up because there was nothing left to come up.

When was the last time I'd eaten anyway? Yesterday morning? The day before? Time had gotten all fuzzy and confused.

I clutched the cold porcelain sear, grateful at least that my stomach was empty. If there'd been anything in it, I would have puked all over this fancy bathroom with its white marble floors and gold fixtures and ...