Tiffany hurriedly got inside one of the stalls in the comfort room and started gawking. She felt the need to throw up but as usual, none came out of her mouth. The uncomfortable state of her stomach seem to get worse as days went by.
As she rushed herself in, it did not cross her mind to lock the door. Only then did she realize it when Lincoln spoke behind her, "are you okay?"
Getting up from her unladylike position, she dusted her knees off and paced toward the sink. She opens the faucet while glancing at Lincoln's image through the mirror. Her hands gradually got soaked with water and she used it to carefully damp her face, specifically her lips.
"I was told to bring you back to your place so that you can rest," Lincoln stated while watching her pull herself together.