"Anna?" I asked with a whimper once she was done, resting her head against the edge of the seat. I let her hair fall down her back as I took a seat where I could see her face.
It didn't look good. Not one bit. The bags under her eyes were more prominant and her face turned an eery shade of white, nothing like the crimson farmer's tan that splashed across her face like before.
"Ellie, help." She finally croaked out, just as her heavy-lidded eyes shut with finalty and the grip she had on the toilet immediately loosened.
