The Tenth Floor: Saturday Night

[ryn_ancilla]

Ryn came into the apartment, closing herself against the door, her mouth felt like cotton. She needed something to drink, water, wine anything. She felt like she was going to be sick as she rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. She drank the water like a dying man, tears running down her face as she coughed into the glass.

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[whiteabsolution]

Sugar was doing something new called 'conference calls' all day today, she was on the phone with two particular publishers that were trying to swindle her away from her current publisher when she heard Ryn rush through the floor space to the kitchen.

"One second, boys." She clicked it to mute before they could object, "Darling, is that you?" She hollered from the office, brand new set of glasses sitting plainly on her face and her pen tapping the papers infront of her.

[ryn_ancilla]

Ryn coughed and nodded, remembering that Shush couldn't see her head nodding through a wall she called out "Yes." Cough. "Yeah." Cough and then gagging as Ryn got sick in the sink.

[whiteabsolution]

Clicking back over to the cranky publishers, she said her quick goodbyes and then ran for the kitchen. She wasn't all too dolled up today, just in some boxer shorts and a tank top, with no shoes. It was ungodly hot on their floor today and she didn't know how to work the A/C at all.

"Oh my God!" She came to Ryn's side, holding back her hair, "What happened?" Panic in her voice rising.

[ryn_ancilla]

Ryn cried as she ran the water throwing it onto her face and rinsing her mouth. She buried her face into her hands and cried mumbling into them inaudible words.

She grabbed for a towel and wiped her face off before turning and looking at Shush. "I- I did this to you. I- I did this." She managed to get out, her cries choked out with little hiccups.