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Zoey
The apartment was quiet when I let myself inside after class. I thought I was home alone until I heard a strange sound down the hall. Immediately apprehensive, I froze.
It took a couple seconds for my vocal chords to work up the courage and function before I could hesitantly call out. “Hello? Cora?”
“Back here,” I thought I heard her answer.
Unease prickled the back of my neck, so I dropped my book bag to the floor and hurried down the hall and into her room. I heard the vomiting from her bathroom as soon as I entered.
“Oh, no.” Dashing past her bed, I flew toward the opened doorway and skidded to a halt in the entrance of the bathroom.
Cora sat on her knees in front of the toilet, her back arched up with the force of her heaves as she emptied her stomach.
“Cora!” My knees
