GOOD MORNING 2

     Faith stirred in her sleep. She opened her eyes, the bright light from the window hit her eyes and she shut them again. She was restless, her stomach was on fire and she grabbed the sheets. She felt nausea and that pounding headache, she needed her Maalox but she wasn't sure she could make it to the closet. She had not unpacked her drugs yet. She tossed and turned in bed, grabbing the sheets. Her stomach was killing her. 

       She managed to grab her phone on the nightstand and started texting Nora to come to her rescue. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this pain in her stomach before. She started to text Nora, but her hands were shaking at the same time, she couldn't even make a word, she tossed back the phone on the bed and started climbing down from the bed to know if she could make it to the closet for her Maalox. 

      She tried to get down from bed with her hands, but her arms wobbled and she fell with a thud. Tears ran down her eyes as she sprained her ankle. But, it was not the sprained ankle that made her cry, it was her stomach. Noah was going to kill her. She had drank again last night, she had drank way too much listening to his favourite song. if she didn't die from this, she won't die again. 

       She started crawling towards the closet, but her stomach won't let her. She laid down there and cried, hitting her hand on the floor. 

        Ethan had ordered the food from a restaurant across the street and he carried the bowl of oatmeal to the room to go keep on the nightstand, so that when she wakes up, she would be able to have it. That was the best he could do. He was a nice person anyway. But the sight that greeted him when he got to the room, terrified him. Faith was on the floor in the turmoil. 

       He dropped the bowl on the floor, his eyes wide with horror, he ran to her and turned her over to face him. 

        "Miss Prescott! Miss Prescott! What's wrong with you?" 

       "Maalox, please," Faith said in a whisper. 

       "Maa…Ma…Ma…what's Maalo...? Oh, Maalox!" 

        "Closet," she said, her voice almost inaudible. 

      He quickly looked at the closet. He was hysterical, he had never found himself in this kind of situation before, what was wrong with her? He left her, ran to the closet and searched frantically for what she was talking about. He found nothing in her own part of the closet. He threw out all her clothes, trying to get it. He opened up her box of clothes and saw a smaller bag, on opening it, the smell of drugs wafted into his nose. He opened it and searched frantically, bringing out different tins of tablets and looking at them. 

        None had the Maalox written on it. He searched and finally saw Maalox liquid. He almost collapsed with relief and looked at Faith who was still roll on the floor. He rushed to her, knelt down, raised her head up, opened the cap and poured the liquid into her mouth. He didn't know if there was a particular dosage she was supposed to take, but he just poured the thing in her mouth.