Tia’s first thought was that it was a good thing she was in the bathroom, because she really felt as if she had to throw up right now, and that sickening sweet smell wasn’t helping her roiling stomach. She blinked and the walls so close around her spun and shifted in and out of her blurred vision. The nausea went from bad to worse, but she was on the floor beside the toilet, thank goodness, and it was fairly easy to lean over the porcelain bowl and vomit the acidic contents of her stomach. Oh, Goddess! The pain was overwhelming. She cried out and pressed her hands to her belly. Forcing herself not to whimper, she took a few deep, calming breaths. The nausea passed, but not the pain. Tia reached overhead, grabbed toilet tissue from the dispenser, and wiped her face. Then she blinked stupidly at the sticky tissue, confused by the crimson stains on the paper. She hadn’t vomited blood. No, there’d been nothing but bile, so obviously she hadn’t eaten in a while, but there was blood everywhere.
