Hours later at school, during the third class, I started to feel nauseous; it was an intensive one, I tried to do the acupressure trick, but it didn't seem to work; I asked the teacher to go to the bathroom and ran to the first toilet I saw, threw up everything I had for breakfast, and when I thought I was done; I threw up twice in a row, but there was nothing left but a bitter yellow substance
my body insisted on expelling something, which only caused me more pain. I was sitting on the floor holding the edges of the toilet seat when Rafaela appeared.
Rafaela: let me help you, my friend
Isabella: thank you, I'm already done.
We went to the sink; I washed my face and leaned against the sink until I felt ready to go back to the classroom
Rafaela: I noticed by your face that you weren't well. Are you sure you don't want to go home? I'll pass you the contents later.