In Sickness and in Health - Primeval Drabble
“Never again,” Jess moaned, leaning over the toilet miserably.
Becker held her head and tried to think of something sympathetic to say.
Self-inflicted? List the dangers of alcohol poisoning? Point out how it was quite amazing the amount of puke that one tiny field co-ordinator could produce? Those probably wouldn’t go down very well.
“Abby’s hen party went well, then?”
Connor’s stag do had involved an escape room, the Imax and a curry. Becker was fairly sober.
Whatever Jess was heaving up was blue. Bright blue.
“Brilliant,” Jess said miserably. “Great night! Oh… no…”
She promptly threw up yet again.
Becker held her head and tried to think of something sympathetic to say.
Self-inflicted? List the dangers of alcohol poisoning? Point out how it was quite amazing the amount of puke that one tiny field co-ordinator could produce? Those probably wouldn’t go down very well.
“Abby’s hen party went well, then?”
Connor’s stag do had involved an escape room, the Imax and a curry. Becker was fairly sober.
Whatever Jess was heaving up was blue. Bright blue.
“Brilliant,” Jess said miserably. “Great night! Oh… no…”
She promptly threw up yet again.