THE DEAL

Erin was the one to find me later, face still in the toilet bowl, my stomach empty and head pounding. "Babe, babe, what the fuck! Siobhan." She yells, kneeling beside me and wiping my face with a cool washcloth.

"Erin, what is it, child?" hearing the bedroom door open and close, I can feel Siobhan's footsteps as she moves closer.

"I don't know. I came in and found Ava like this." Erin's panicked voice replies, cleaning the vomit from my mouth, my body shaking.

"Ava, love," Siobhan starts, speaking just above my head, then when I don't respond, says to Erin, "Erin, help me lift her so that we can get her back in the bedroom and on to the bed."

"But," Erin replies, "what if she’s sick again?"

"When she's lying down, we’ll call for one of the girls to get an old bucket. There’s no point in her freezing here on the tiles." Her words making me violently shiver again.