Chapitre 11: Chapter 11 - Ransom

Wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I stood up. An embarrassed smile pulled at my mouth.

Good thing the guys weren't here to see that one.

I turned on the faucet, leaned down and took a drink from the stream. Swishing the water around in my mouth, I spit it out. Repeating the process until my mouth no longer tasted like vomit.

Getting a good grip on my stomach, I turned and examined what was in the toilet again. I covered my mouth and nose with one hand as I leaned over the edge of the sink.

My brain couldn't figure out what my eyes were trying to tell me. Whatever Kiema had thrown up was actually pulsing in the water. Like a sluggish heart, it beat and throbbed, causing ripples in the shallow bowl of dirty, chunk-filled water.

There's no way she could still be alive after throwing up an organ, right? I took my phone from my pocket, switched it to video and took a short shot of…whatever that thing was. I would send the video to Atlas later.