#itsmyonlyweakness

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18. Your character walking in on mine throwing up 

Molly lent over the edge of the toilet her shoulders hunched and she threw up into the bowl. Molly whimpered and her hair fell over face and she sobbed slightly throwing up again her body aching from how much she had been sick so far.

The first thought that had crossed John's mind the minute the abyss of darkness had parted was that his head was hurting. Why was his head hurting? Blinking blearily and yet at the same time squinting through the pain at the back of his head, the doctor waited for his vision to clear. His immediate reaction would be to sit up and he tried to do so, only to be greeted with the fact that he was bound to a chair, wrists tied in an angle that strained his upper arms. 

He checked himself for any other open wounds other than the agony in his head, shoulders sagging in relief at the sight on none. John couldn't tell yet if there were any internal wounds - he'd just have to wait it out.

When he was certain that nothing else was broken, the doctor in him settled down as panic started to take dominance instead. Why was he tied to a chair? Why was his head hurting? Had he been kidnapped? 

Swallowing thickly, he noticed how dry and cottony his mouth was. He must have been unconscious for hours. Testing the bonds that restrained him, his panic rose even more seeing how tight they were bounded. 

The disorientation and agony had him unable to think clearly, leaving panic and fear an easy entrance into his system.