Sabrina’s POV
The sight of Shelly suddenly dashing to the bathroom, her hand clamped tightly over her mouth, startled me and sent a wave of concern coursing through me.
It was so unexpected and abrupt that I felt compelled to follow closely behind her, my mind racing with worry. Was she okay? Had something really upset her stomach? I had to know if she was alright.
When I arrived at the bathroom, what I saw set off alarms in my head. There was Shelly, my best friend, crouched by the toilet, emptying the contents of her morning breakfast with urgency and discomfort.
It was a distressing tableau that tugged at my heartstrings. She was practically a human faucet, and I could see the discomfort and unease in every heave of her shoulders.
Instinctively, I dropped to my knees beside her. I
