I was scared to move. Every time I moved brought about the chance that I would puke my guts. I lay there in the cold room staring at the ceiling, not comfortable at all. It was so cold every time I breathed out the air turned to steam. How could I have been so stupid to drink so much without having something to eat? What was happening to me? No girlfriend, no sex, no money, no hope of things improving. I thought these depressing thoughts as turned on my side. Oops that did it... that set the bile screaming up my throat. I tried to swallow it as it was too cold to run to the toilet, but that caused more problems - I nearly choked and the taste was so vile it was essential that I spit it out. I jumped from my bed and headed for the loo, desperate to get rid of the acid in my throat. Shit! The toilet was locked. "I'm in the bath" a voice said, my dad having his weekly bath. I ran downstairs to the kitchen. The washing machine was whirring like an orgasm and the room was filled with cigarette smoke. My mum and her friend were sitting at the dinner table having a puff. I had no time for friendly or polite delicacies I simply rushed to the sink, put my head over it and emptied the yellow bile into the sink - swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, wave after wave of it. I could never be sure when I had got it all up. I stuck two fingers down my throat just to make sure none of it was hiding for a later assault - swoosh, up it came out my throat and nose at the same time. I made a noise as if a dentist was trying to stuff six pieces of equipment down my throat. When I was sure the were was no more bile lurking around in my stomach I ran the tap and cleared the vomit from the sink. I looked in the mirror placed above the sink. Bile was smeared on my nose, around my lips and on my hair. I was in a bad way. Through all of this my mother and her friend had simply watched, occasionally letting out a "tut-tut". I washed the bile from my face and hair and nodded to the woman as I made my way back to the sanctuary of my bed murmuring a humble "sorry".
"You want to watch what you drink son," I heard my mothers friend say as I shut the kitchen door.

Extract from The Love Cure - A Magnetto Infleunce Short Story