Snippet #2770110

"Oh, hell..." Danielle Clemmons groaned the second she stood up from her bed at 5am. In an instant, her sight blurred, and her stomach turned. Oh, God...she was going to be sick.

Before the others could probably even open their eyes and sit up in their warm little bunks, Danielle was running toward the bathroom to let out whatever the hell was stirring in her stomach. It wasn't the first time she felt sick and nauseous when she woke up in the morning. Sometimes, it was because of heavy physical training she had the previous day, or the shit they called food from the night before. So, this was definitely nothing to be alarmed about.

It wasn't pretty when Dani saw last night's dinner for a second time, and after a few flushes, her arms still hugged and clung on to that toilet just incase she actually had anything left in that stomach of hers. She could hear laughter and voices when people finally began to wake and shower, but Dani didn't move all the while as she claimed her spot there in the corner stall. It wasn't until the noises and footsteps became nonexistent that Danielle finally decided that she had nothing left to give that toilet that had seen her at her worst. With another loud groan, the blonde pushed herself up from the floor and her bare feet carried her back to her bed.

Dani had to rush herself; no one was ever late for breakfast. Especially in knowing they wouldn't be fed again until late afternoon. Quickly, she changed out of those shorts and sweater, and into her flight suit. The zipper caught her index finger a little, and Dani swore out under her breath while she stumbled back out the door while putting her shoes on at the same time. Brushing her teeth and pulling her long hair up into a ponytail was all she really needed to get ready. Why would she care about what she looked like? So, she could care less when she finally graced the Mess Hall with her presence.

She couldn't even look at the food, nor did she want to fill her stomach with it again, especially if it was the cause of her sickness. So, it didn't take long to find where she wanted to sit. Finding a small opening right between Lucy and Patrick, Dani invited herself to squeeze right in between them on the bench to the table.

"Anyone drinking this? Good." She said right away without really waiting for an answer, and she reached for that unclaimed cup of coffee on the table. "Oh, good morning." Her lips smirked over the rim of the cup, looking back at her friends across the table to let them resume in whatever morning conversation was going on.