I kept my eyes focused on the bathroom door, waiting for her to come outside, waiting for her to come out here and face me. I knew that she had more than enough common knowledge to realise that it didn’t take long for someone to shift, that the process was complete by now, which meant that she was aware of the fact that I was out here, waiting for her.
There was a part of me—although it was a very small part—that wondered whether or not she was alright. I had heard her wrenching, heard her vomit, and it had almost been bad enough to have me doing the same thing. The smell itself—although it wasn’t so bad at this point in time, still had quite the effect on me. I guessed that the smell still lingered in the air because she hadn’t flushed the toilet—I would have heard it if she had.
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