“Ow, fuck,” I cry out. “I knew you were going to go before three.” “I’m sorry.” Jason swipes the tear from my cheek and brushes his thumb along my jawline. “Now what?” I leave the needle in for several seconds before pulling it out. “Now, I get into the bath.” I push off the floor, and my stomach roils as I move to get up. “But first, I’m going to puke again.”
