Scott returns to me, taking my hand in his and leading me out of the room. He locks the door behind us before departing. We go back to my room where it all happened. A new wave of nausea hits and I run to the bathroom to bring up nothing, my stomach is dry heaving due to its lack of contents.

I feel anxious, not wanting to stay a second longer than necessary. The visuals of what happened flash in my mind. I grab some clothes and hurry to the door. Scott follows my cue and shadows me. We go back to his room and he lays down on his...