The third point of view
The torturous gagging noise of the woman crouching over the water closet finally ended.
Maya groaned, sitting back against the tiled wall. With a grunt, she reached for the tissue and tore off a piece which she used to wipe her mouth before tossing it into the toilet. With great effort, she rose to her feet, flushed the toilet, and walked out of the cubicle.
Slouching against the sink, she stared back at her reflection in the mirror. Gosh, she looked horrible. Her expression was pale and there was a hint of a wrinkle around her eye - Oh no, she was getting old!
Bending over, she turned the faucet, scooped water with her palms and took a big sip out of it, and held it in her mouth.
Maya tilted her head back, swishing the cold water around in her mouth and then spit it out.
