26.1-Aquainted

Lola - On the afternoon of Thursday, the 29th

I feel so embarrassed retching in the toilet with the door open. But moments later, Justine and Damien join me in the bathroom. I don’t want them here, but I know they wish to help, and I let them.

Justine rubs my back as I spit up bile. After a minute of dry heaving—Damien is ready with water and a towel. I take the glass, gargling at the sink. Justine grabs the towel, wetting it, and wipes my face of sweat. It’s refreshing, but I feel dreadful.

Damien takes the liberty of preparing my toothbrush, and I gladly scrub my teeth too. I rinse my mouth thoroughly before adding more water to my face. Again Justine gently pats me dry.

“Can we do anything else for you?” she asks with a kiss on my forehead.

Her question burns my ears. I need to know if all this is stress or something else. That stupid after pill may not have worked. And my cycle isn’t due for two more weeks yet.

“I need a pregnancy test,” I said softly.

Justine nods to Damien