Kinley felt like crap the next time she got up out of bed, nausea rising inside of her quickly as she fairly raced to the bathroom to throw up. Spencer had already gone downstairs as his side of the bed was empty and she groaned as she forced herself to stand up, to stagger into the shower and let the water cascade down her body and make her feel a little more alive and awake. Dressing in her most comfortable clothes of sweatpants and long flowing shirt because she still did not feel well she trudged downstairs in desperate need of some coffee.
Thomas looked at her and immediately leapt into action, seating her down next to Sam and fetching the coffee for her, which he placed in front of her before seating himself back down. Kinley inhaled the aroma of it gratefully and began to take smal
