What can YOU say in six sentences?
"You know it's bad when you can't even remember his name." She sat next to me, her hand rubbing my back in a circular motion, holding my hair back as I relentlessly lost what felt like the past week's worth of my body contents.
"Uuuurrrggghhh," was all I managed to slur in response as I heaved again.
"You know, I worry about you sometimes," she kept rubbing my back, wincing every time I threw up. I knew she meant well, that she was here out of love; I mean, c'mon, who but your best friend willingly sits in the bathroom with you while you purge yourself of last night's regret?
I sat back against the side of the porcelin tub, as a wave of relief hit me mercifully, "I think his name was Jake, by the way."