Everyone stared at me as the vomit dripped from my mouth and onto the floor at Arthur’s feet. I watched, mortified, as Arthur slowly stood up, hands at his side. He walked over to me, and I closed my eyes just as he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Anna, are you okay?” he asked, his words quick and panicked.
I opened my eyes to look up into his. He stared at me with genuine concern. I nodded my head, only for more vomit to attempt to make its way up my esophagus.
Fortunately, I was able to swallow it back down.
“I’m fine,” I croaked.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Because I just asked if you were fine, and after you said that you were, you threw up all over me.”
He laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood,
