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I left a sleeve of saltine crackers and a bottle of water on her bedside table.
“Don’t sleep on your back. Okay? In case you vomit in your sleep.”
“This is so humiliating,” she mumbled.
“Not on your back. You hear me?”
“Yes. Go away.”
“Good night.”
I turned off the lamp and left the door open, in case she had to run to the bathroom again.
I took a long cold shower and by the time it was over I knew that things would never go back to the way they were, but that we were very lucky we’d avoided making a big mistake. It would be awkward tomorrow, but I would do whatever it took to make sure she didn’t feel bad about it. Even if it meant making her mad at me. Again.
