He heard her squeak of a reply, muffled farther by the door. He listened as she turned the shower off, listened to the silence as she struggled to get the towel, as she attempted to gather her strength to make it to the door. Though he heard the thud of the seat being slammed up and the unmistakable sound of retching. Assuming that Kat had locked the door, he didn't simply barge in like a fool. Instead he hovered outside the door as if he might suddenly be able to see through the wood.
But then, as if he might be imagining it, she called his name. Called it again and... what? She wanted him to go in there? Why could she possibly want him in there? It certainly couldn't be what would have come to mind if she'd been any other woman. Any woman not pissed the fuck off with him. But still, he reached out, turned the handle, and was more than a little surprised to discover it was unlocked. Gently, he pushed the door open, not sure exactly what to expect on the other side. What he hadn't expected was to find her crumpled on the floor, hugging the toilet, wrapped in only a simple bath towel.
He stood there for a half a moment, nearly shocked by the sight of so little flesh on her bones. To finally see what had become of her with his own eyes. But standing there gawking at her wouldn't fix the issue at hand, the fact that she was clearly too weak to get up, or to ill. So he moved to her, squatting down beside her, but carefully did not touch her for fear of doing her farther harm. "Kat... How can I help?" What else did you say? No words could fix what had happened, but he could at least help to fix this
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