Bad Vibes

Morgana looked up to see Meldresi appearing. She held back a whine, trying desperately to calm her quick, irregular breathing. Finally, she closed her eyes tightly in concentration, focusing. She hated being weak like this. It was despicable. She HATED this. Being weak was, well, weak. Breathing calmed slightly, she looked up at Meldresi gaze a little out of focus, voice quavery when she spoke. I'm not dying, am I? I feel...I feel-
With a small sob, she heaved up nothing again. But she didn't cry. She never did.
Even while covered in her own barf and urine, she stayed strong.