Carol’s POV
“Carol? Are you okay?” I heard Fiona’s soft voice outside of the bathroom stall. I curled up in the corner of the stall, burying my face in my lap, waiting for the next wave of nausea to subside. I felt so sick suddenly and I wasn’t even sure why. “Carol, talk to me.”
Fiona sounded genuinely worried, and I felt bad for keeping her waiting. I flushed the toilet and got out of the bathroom. One look at my face and she looked even more worried.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” I murmured, leaning my head against the wall. Thankfully, I had already flushed the toilet, so Fiona didn’t have to see my vomit.
She sat beside me and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Do you want to leave? We can take our food to go,” she suggested.
I nodded.
“Yeah, maybe that’s a good ide
