The cold of the tiled floor seeped through my sore knees.
I had no idea how long I had been in this position And the fact that nothing had triggered it . All I know was that I jolted awake with vomit hitting the back of my throat and I had dashed out of the bed into the bathroom in record amount of speed.
I didn't realise Darius was right behind me until I felt his large hands gathered my wild brown hair behind, preventing them from splattering around the sink.
I wheezed, the tangy smell of the vomit reaching every of my senses but still, I remained there It seemed finished.
Tentatively, I straightened.
