For the second night in a row, Aniu runs into the bathroom to help me while I vomit. I must have a half crazed look on my face because she doesn't try to talk to me. Instead, she runs the shower and helps me out of the bloodied dress. I let the hot water cascade down my body and welcome the too hot temperature.
I would just be standing there if it wasn't for Aniu handing me the shampoo, conditioner, then soap. Eventually, the water runs cold and there is no more trace of blood in the water pooled at my feet, so Aniu turns off the shower and hands me a towel. I do my best to dry myself, but I'm still not one hundred percent there.
Aniu helps me dress in some pajamas and sits me on my bed while she combs and dries my hair. Once every physical trace of the night is gone, she tucks me into
