Second Hand Waitress

What I'd do without you!

"Thanks. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you."

By ten the next morning, Kira was still lounging around in her robe and pajamas. She had no energy to do much. She felt drained. Most of her morning had been spent hugging the toilet, throwing up, and now she was completely exhausted. Her stomach still felt uneasy as she slowly made her way to the sleeper couch, which Jake—surprisingly—had made up before heading out to who-knows-where earlier that morning. He was always disappearing for hours, doing whatever it was he did. Honestly, Kira had been relieved when he left because his constant, upbeat attitude was driving her crazy.

She was debating whether to try eating something when a knock sounded at the front door. She frowned. She wasn’t used to being home during the day, and she had no idea who it could be. The building had an intercom system, so unexpected knocks were rare.

The knock came again. Sighing, she pushed herself up from the couch. She paused for a moment to settle her stomach before walking to the door. There

was no pee.