The pungent smell of puke spread through the air, and it was made worse by Crystal's inability to stop vomiting. Eric was upset, but he tried to be patient. He knew that this was not her fault. After all, she had not dr*gged herself. He said, "Crystal, stop puking and help me take my clothes off."
Crystal's vomiting fit tapered off until she was just dry heaving. She looked at him for a moment, and then she said, "I'm sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom first." Her throat felt like it was on fire, and her cramps were unbearable.
Without waiting for Eric to reply, Crystal stumbled out of bed and began to crawl towards the door. When Eric saw the direction she was going, his eyes went wide.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Honey! You're going in the wrong direction. That's not the door to the bathroom!"
On the other side of the door, Nathan could hear everything that was being said, and he called out to his love. "Crystal!" he cried. "Can you hear me?"
