After a few long minutes of Frankie quietly stroking my back while I cry myself out, I lift up my head and sniff, breathing easier, still not okay but…pulling myself back together.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, loosening his arms so I can stand up straighter as I sniff.
“Um,” I say, raising my eyes to his. “I threw up.”
He smirks a little, but then fights it.
And I can’t help it as a little tremulous smile finds my mouth.
“You threw up?” he asks, pitying me but also…I don’t know, maybe just keeping his spirts high for my sake?
I nod and give a little shrug.
He breaks eye contact with me and then peers around the room. “…where?”
“On the other side of the bed,” I sigh, gesturing towards it.
“Oh geeze,” he says with a sigh, taking a step away from me but keeping one hand o
