RIVER
When the main door opens again, I am already drifting into sleep, not because it is comfortable but because I am exhausted and have decided that sleep is the only way I can survive through the pain. If I were alone, would I be expecting any help? Would I not pull myself together and try to survive? I can suffer later as long as I am alive, I declare internally and clutch my stomach as I roll into a ball on the bed, my forehead almost touching my knees.
"River?" Taylor knocks but does not wait before he pushes the door open and stands in my room. I raise my head just enough to see him. He was holding three white plastic bags filled to the brim. "I called my sister to ask her what I could do for someone who was having cramps, and she told me what to do," he added, rushing to the beds
