I watched my parents turn the corner and disappear toward the cafeteria.

We went back to the elevator alone.

The nausea hit me in a sudden, heavy wave around six in the evening.

The plastic mattress cover crinkled loudly under the thin cotton sheets every time I shifted my weight.

Rachel walked in carrying a small green plastic basin and a fresh white towel.

She set the basin on the nightstand next to my water cup.

“Deep breaths,” Rachel said.