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A metal cup held between trembling hands, Bernie hurries back into the bathroom, where little has changed since she left; poor Leonie is still hunched over the toilet, emptying her stomach with harsh retches that make her eyes water.
“I’m b-back,” Bernie says, getting back on her knees at her girlfriend’s side, and she resumes rubbing Leonie’s heaving back, desperately trying to ignore her own building nausea and focus on Leonie, the one who is horribly sick and needs support right now.
When the vomiting finally ends, she offers the cup of water without a word; coughing and shivering, Leonie takes a long sip, before offering a weak smile (ruined by her clammy face and watery eyes) and mumbling, “Thank you.”