Angel pressed her hand tighter to her belly as she scribbled down notes as the professor lectured about burn wounds and the treatment of them. The images flashing across the screen above his head, made her stomach roll.<br/>"And this is a burn that resulted in the patient dieing." Angel's hand shot into the air. She rocked backwards to allow room to rock forewards before the professor noticed her hand. "Yes?"<br/>"May I be excused? I'm feeling kind of sick." The professor nodded, happy to have the distraction out of his class.<br/>Angel gathered her stuff quickly and raced for the restrooms. She barged into a stall and threw up her breackfast and the coffee she's had earlier.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">What the heck is wrong with me? I haven't ever gotten this sick yet felt this fine before. My parents couldn't be the cause of this.</span>She shivered the thought away. Her parents wouldn't purpously do this to her.<span style="font-style: italic">Must be a stomach flu or something. I haven't done anything that would...</span>She let her thoughts trail off as she thought hard for a moment. No her last boyfriend had been two or three months ago and nothing had happened between them. She bit her cheek and ran to her apartment.