The lungs of hell

Chapter 10: New Meds

TORRES' POV:

We were back at the hospital.

"Eleanor is fine, the glass was deep into the scar but it wasn't on the lung, it's fine."
"Thank you." We all said.
"Even if she's fine, we gave her new medication for the scar to heal better but the drugs have secondary effects and she'll have to take them for two weeks so if someone can stay with her to help just in case. She can go home. She can work but it depens on how she feels with the treatment."
"I'll stay with her, thanks." I said.
"Okay well, you can go see her, room 45C."
"Thank you doctor." I said heading towards her room.

"Babe!"
"Don't call me babe!" She said with a tired voice. "Anyway, lets go home."
"You're feeling well?"
"So far yes."
"Great, then let's go!"
We got into the car and drive a little until...
"Stop the car!"
I stopped the car and she got down and threw up.
"Okay, I got you, it's okay." I said rubbing her back and holding her hair.
"Sorry..." she said drinking water.
"Don't worry."
We got back in the car and the rest of the ride was better.
Then we got off the car and she almost fell.
"El.!"
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." She said gripping onto the car.
"Come on." I said offering my shoulder.
"No I-"
"Can't walk. El., please."
"Okay..."
We got to my place and she immediatly went and threw up.
"Why am I still throwing up I don't have anything to throw up anymore!?..." she said wipping her mouth.
"It's the meds El."
"I know, sorry for acting like a bitch."
"Hey, don't say that El., you're trying your best." I said hugging her.
"Yes..." she said hugging me back.

She kept going back and forth to the bathroom to throw up. She told me to let her alone when she goes to the bathroom. At one point she screamed in pain so I went with her anyway.
"WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD!?" She screamed crying.
"Cause you don't have anything in your stomach. You should eat."
"How am I suppose to eat when I throw up every ten minutes?" She asked sarcasticly while resting her head on the bathtub.
"I know it sucks El., but please. If you throw up one more time your stomach is gonna come with it."
"No... not now, please. I think it's over."
"I'm still gonna cook something for you to eat."
"If you want..."
I left to go to the kitchen and a few seconds later I heard a really big noise.