DINI BLINKED AND STIRRED, her head pounding again. It seemed the more aspirin she took the more her head hurt, and the more she slept. Frowning, she turned her head toward the bedside table, where the small bottle of painkillers had been sitting earlier.
It was gone.
She pushed up onto her elbows and groaned as the world swung around her. Nausea rolled through her stomach and she gagged, barely holding it back. She shoved at the covers and climbed quickly out of bed, heading for a small, metal trash can she’d noticed a few feet away.
Grabbing the can, she held it under her mouth and retched into it until she thought she’d turn inside out. The pain in her head was joined by a new pain in her stomach, and a burning sensation coating her throat.
She swiped a shaky hand over her mouth and
