Redhawk Caldera She's a habit and I can't let go

Finley snuggled closer to Elwood's side as he laid down beside her, whimpering all the while.  Her initial flood of tears had quickly subsided down from full-out sobbing to a steady drip of tears and some sniffling, and while she would rather have done none of it at all, she couldn't seem to reel her emotions back under control.  Suddenly, all of the random, crazy as hell emotions she'd been plagued with for the past couple of weeks came flooding over her, drowning her.  She let it go ahead and get on with it.  After all, there was no holding it back forever.  So what better time to let it all fall apart than when she had someone right there to keep track of all the pieces and then put them back together again?

"Everywhere," she cried, turning to smash her face into his shoulder, "My stomach, my joints, my head, my heart, my whole self.  I hate it.  I just keep puking and running and feeling weird and it's the worst and I wanna stop."  She snorted loud as she sniffed back some of the snot that had begun to drip from her nose.