Caitlin was laying in her bed, her eyes closed, biting her lip. She had seen a lot of things that had made her want to hurl, and had developed a resistance, but this was challenging her. She finally stood, thinking cool air would be good. She slung on her hand bag, then out her jacket over the too, heading out and leaning against the rail. It didn't help. If anything it made it worse

She gripped the rail right, feeling like this was a bad idea