Feb 12, 2009 19:42
Tim turned the cold tap on and leaned on the vanity of the messy bathroom, almost doubling over and clutching at his painful stomach. He had lived in hope that puking might help ease it much like when he had a hangover, but no such luck. It seemed to just hurt more. He dipped his head and took a drink from the tap to rinse his mouth out, feeling droplets of sweat slip down the back of his neck. He twisted the tap off and managed to straightened again... at least mostly. His hand was still gripped to his abdomen when he made his way out of the bathroom and seemed to time the exit simultaneous to Sam arriving to his rescue.
He hovered in the bathroom doorway, resting his shoulder against the jamb. "Hey, darlin'," he greeted her.
[plot] not hungover,
[with] supermarketsam,
[rp] supermarketsam