Roselyn was curled around the toilet, throwing up for the third time in the course of two hours. John pulling her hair back as he massaged the back of her shoulders.
After the prolonged throw up she could felt the acid in her mouth and her stomach upside down. When she tried to stand up her vision blurred once again and strong cramps in her stomach forced her to sit over the floor.
"I will bring you some water," John said before speeding toward the kitchen as fastly as he could and then returning to the bathroom to handle the glass.
Roselyn slowly took it and leaned in closer to her lips, her hands were shaky and the glass seemed so heavy to carry.
After taking some sips she gazed at John. Her dark circles were so pronounced and her lips were as pale as her skin tone.
"I should do a pregnancy test." She said, heading the glass to him who placed it over the bathtub surface.
