Nightshift 45: Women's Bathrooms (F1-F40)
[From here.]
While a part of him was mortified that he'd even think about stepping foot into the girl's bathroom, Stephen knew that anything was better than just vomiting all over the hallway. He didn't bother (or more like he didn't have the time) to check if anyone else was occupying the space, rushing to the sink and ducking his head down just in time.
And that was how he remained for the next few minutes. He'd long since dropped his flashlight, the object having clattered to the floor several feet away from him. The teen weakly held himself up as he emptied the contents in his stomach, all the while trying not to breathe through his nose and triggering another series of heaves and coughs.
Eventually the heaves became far and few until they were completely gone, though Stephen didn't feel any better than before. He took the time to catch his breath, reaching over to turn on the faucet and grimacing as the discolored water washed his dinner away.
While a part of him was mortified that he'd even think about stepping foot into the girl's bathroom, Stephen knew that anything was better than just vomiting all over the hallway. He didn't bother (or more like he didn't have the time) to check if anyone else was occupying the space, rushing to the sink and ducking his head down just in time.
And that was how he remained for the next few minutes. He'd long since dropped his flashlight, the object having clattered to the floor several feet away from him. The teen weakly held himself up as he emptied the contents in his stomach, all the while trying not to breathe through his nose and triggering another series of heaves and coughs.
Eventually the heaves became far and few until they were completely gone, though Stephen didn't feel any better than before. He took the time to catch his breath, reaching over to turn on the faucet and grimacing as the discolored water washed his dinner away.