Angela coughed herself awake and woke up with acid in her throat. She scrambled out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, hurling her brains out.
It tasted like death.
Her chest burned so bad. She thought she'd pass out from how heavy she was feeling. She washed up and saw herself through the mirror, realizing that she was still wearing the dress from last night. She had fallen asleep and hadn't had the chance to change.
Feeling awful, Angela staggered out of the bathroom and forced herself to change into a thick hoodie and yoga pants. Then she rummaged through a box where she thought she had her medicines but didn't find her antacids. Desperate, she decided to go to the nearest pharmacy.
It was five in the morning as she headed to the nearest pharmacy, which was two blocks away. The air was cold, and the streets were empty—and it was still dark, but she didn't feel scared walking here for some reason.
