It’s disheartening when I wake up to an empty bed once again. I sit up, glancing around the room. Callahan is nowhere to be seen. My stomach turns. I put my hand over my mouth, bolting toward the bathroom. I barely make it in time before I’m throwing up.
“Miss Jessica,” I hear Emma call. I want to tell her to go away, but I’m still throwing up. “Oh my.” The water turns on, and a moment later, a cold, wet cloth is pressed against my head. I drop down onto the bathroom floor next to the toilet. “You don’t eat enough.”
“Oh my God.” I reach up and flush the toilet. It was a lot of dry heaving.
“How do you feel?”
“I'm fine.” I try to get up when a dizzy spell hits me. Emma grabs me, steadying me.
"Fine, my ass.” She helps me get to the sink so I can brush my teeth and wash my face. That do
