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I sat with my head between my knees, breathing as deeply and steadily as I could. I stared at the floor of the hall; sticky with spilt beer and littered. My ears were still ringing, but I barely noticed as I clamped my mouth shut, trying to overcome the nausea.
“There’s nothing to apologise for. It’s not your fault you’re sick.”
I looked up. Lena was shifting from one foot to another, her skin still sleeked with sweat and her face red and blotchy, but still beautiful.
“You can wait outside for me. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
“No. I’ll stay with you.” She opened her mouth like she was going to add something, then closed it again.
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, I’ll stay.