I swing my legs over the bed and start to climb off when my right foot lands in the bucket of vomit. I end up slipping and falling flat on my bottom. I mutter out, "****!"
I get up, and I notice someone. Something told me inside not to run, I don't know why, but I tentatively approached her... I quickly said "Yes." I don't know why I was doing this, but something told me that I wouldn't regret it. I grab her hand..."Thanks."