Yes

I entered the room I shared with Allie to find her bed empty, the covers hastily thrown off. The bathroom door was wide open, revealing poor Allie with her head in the toilet bowl. {if Allie pyjamas == "true"}My eye was drawn to her shapely bum, thrust into the air, the perfect round cheeks just slightly hanging out of her tiny pyjama shorts. {endif}She looked up at me, her hair sticking to the tears running down her face, and released a long, deep groan.

"Hey," I said softly, getting down onto one knee beside her. "You doing okay?"

She just groaned again, before coughing up a few bits of spittle into the toilet bowl. I know what you're here for, but there was nothing sexy about it. Sorry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I half-whispered, rubbing her back. "Let it all out."

I pulled her long, brown hair out of her face and held it back for the next 20 minutes or so, trying to distract myself from the sights, sounds and smells around me by searching my head for obnoxious earworms. Meanwhile, the gaps between, um, episodes, kept getting longer, which I took as a good sign.

"Hey," she groaned, "I know that song!"

"Huh?"

"The song you're humming. What is it?" She looked up from the bowl, her bright blue eyes shining with tears, looking strangely beautiful though bloodshot and puffy. As she turned, my hand fell away from her hair.

I broke into a smile. It was nice to see her almost back to her old self, and she smiled back.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I think I'll stay here a bit longer though."

"Fine by me."

She flushed the toilet, but we stayed put for a while, my hand resting on her lower back. Gradually, she sat upright and turned to face me, as we shared anecdotes about old school discos.

"Oh god," she said eventually, looking down at herself as if suddenly realising the state she was in. She stood to look in the mirror above the sink. "I look terrible."

"I didn't want to say anything but... yeah, you kinda do."

She laughed. "Guess I should get cleaned up."

Understanding her meaning, I stood and turned to leave so she could shower in peace. As I did, though, she spoke again.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" I looked back. Her t-shirt was already off, and she stood in a plain white bra. I looked away, but she didn't seem embarrassed.

"Thank you. You literally just met me, you didn't have to do... you know, this."

"I know," I replied. "But the company was worth it. Besides, I know you'd do the same for me."

"Eh," she said with a laugh. "I might."

I chuckled and left the room. My last sight as I closed the bathroom door was of Allie's arms reaching back to unclasp her bra - which was quite an unfair last sight, actually.