[Ishu]

Acacia swallowed down what felt like a hot lump crawling up her throat. She tried to sit up but couldn't so she began to inch toward the edge of her bed. She was laying with her feet toward Tami's, their beds separated by a small dresser. She made it to the edge of her bed and let her head hang off of it as the warmth purged up her throat and she vomited onto the floor. Her system had always been sensitive, only certain foods and herbs allowed to be digested. Whatever they'd given her, her body did not agree with.

Now that her stomach began to feel better and that pain was not at the front of her mind, she realized her hands felt pained. She twisted them, wincing again and stopping the movement as a tight rope that coiled around her wrists burned her skin. It was too tight on her and it was cutting off her circulation. Hardly moving at all caused her pain there and she wasn't very happy about that. Acacia rolled back onto the bed and tried to bring her knees to her chest, ropes tied to her ankles and attaching her to the bed. She didn't fight it, she simply let her legs back down on the bed and tried to get a look at Tami to make sure she was alright.