While Colin was outside, a nurse called Elizabeth into an exam room, if that’s what it could be called. She was sick of this stupid crap. She hadn’t had an attack like this in a year. She explained her symptoms, filled out all of the required paperwork, and gave them the number to her doctor. It was Saturday, so they’d get the emergency line, but Dr. Walsh would call back.
The burn in her stomach rose up, and she grabbed the yellow plastic pan the nurse had left. She threw up again, hating the taste of bile and blood. She rinsed her mouth with a sip of water, afraid to swallow.
She wished they would listen and just prescribe the antibiotics that would fix this. She sat on the uncomfortable bed and willed her stomach not to heave anymore. The curtain that gave her little privacy moved asi
