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When Lyall shoved her, Rider stumbled back and fell on her butt, sitting there and looking at him in shock. He was scolding her for... she couldn't tell. But she didn't have a chance to react to that. She felt a gurgle in her stomach and before she knew it, she retched down the front of her shirt. The foul smelling vomit soaked her front, seeping down between her legs and into the carpet. Her throat burned and the smell hit her nose, making her want to vomit again, but there was nothing in her stomach. The giggly, giddy Rider was gone and now she began to cry.

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Rider felt awful; her throat burned, her stomach was twisting, her nose was assaulted by a foul smell... She was barely able to walk straight so Lyall had to practically carry her up the stairs. Her feet continued to bumble about, almost tripping her several times. When he sat her on the lid, she turned to the sink and threw up again, laying her head on the counter. Her throat hurt so bad that she started crying again. "Ly, please make it stop," she whined. He told her to undress and she struggled to do so, eventually ending with only one arm out of her top and the shirt tangled around her neck and arm.

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After throwing up in the sink and getting tangled in her clothing, Rider let Lyall help her remove it. It felt weird to her, but she was unable to do it herself, so she let Lyall help her. The girl squawked a little when she was lifted and deposited in the tub. She shivered and chewed on her lip, sighing a little. Lyall wet her hair and Rider reached out, grabbing her shampoo bottle. She struggled to keep it steady in her inebriated hands, before relinquishing it to Lyall. She didn't have much hair to wash, so it should be pretty easy. After her hair was washed, she took her loofah and cleaned her body, her intoxication level starting to recede.

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Deep down, Rider knew that she should be embarrassed that Lyall was bathing her, but her mind was fuzzy and her brain still didn't entirely recognize that something was wrong. Her hair was washed and conditioned while Rider cleaned herself. Once they had both finished, Lyall asked her if she felt better. Rider shook her head. Her throat still burned and her stomach was all twisty. She wanted to lay down and sleep because her body was exhausted from the physical strain of expelling the poison from her body. Rider reached for her towel and stood, wrapping it around herself. She'd dry in her bedroom. "Help me?" she asked hoarsely, her voice scrapping as it came out.

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Lyall seemed to take control and Rider was in no position to oppose him, so she simply let him lead her around. She was tired and in pain and she just wanted it to all go away. When he started handing her clothing, she started putting them on, doing her best to get them on correctly. Her shirt was on backwards, but it didn't matter. When Lyall moved her to her bed, she laid her head back, but that only made her dizzy. Very dizzy. She felt like she was going to hurl again so she rolled onto her side. That made the nausea go down though. When Lyall came back, she frowned at him with tears in her eyes. "Water please?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

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Rider drank when Lyall provided her the glass of water; the liquid soothing her burning throat as it coursed down. Then she was cuddled against him and Rider closed her eyes. How could she admit that she had a problem? Rider knew... she knew that she was broken. How could she admit it? The girl nodded glumly when she was asked if was feeling better. She curled against Lyall and tried to calm her breathing. Rather quickly, she started falling asleep. And after not too long, she was asleep.

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Not too long after Lyall left her, Rider began to toss and turn plagued by the nightmares that had been assaulting her for the past year. The most prominent dream in Rider's mind had her standing on the cliffs of Moher. She'd gone camping there once with her parents and sister. But this time, she was standing on the edge of the cliff side. Her parents were there, but they weren't the same happy parents that they usually were. They looked haunted and they were urging her to do it. "You'll be free if you do," her specter father said. "Join us," her specter mother said. Rider looked over the edge at the water crashing against the rocks and tears streamed down her face. She wanted to be free. She wanted it all to end... Outside of the dream world, Rider's face was soaked by tears she cried in her sleep. Finally, she snapped awake and looked around her room. Her head was pounding and she felt sick. What did she do last night? Groaning, Rider rolled onto her side as the sun peeked through her curtains.

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✮𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓇✮𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝓊𝓈✮𝐻𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃𝓊𝓈✮

Lyall got home late and collapsed into bed after dressing in his coziest pajamas. However, instead of being awoken by the sunlight, he was jolted awake by his cell phone ringing loudly. He pushed himself up and shoved on his glasses before groggily answering his phone. When he heard Shavon say that she needed help, he stood and grabbed what all he needed before hurriedly apparating away. He landed down in Rider's room, perking up when he heard glass shattering. He hurried down the stairs, pausing to wheeze for a few seconds before wrapping his arms tightly around Rider, hoping to stop her from fussing. "Rider! Rider! Hey! Look at me, Ri. What's the matter?" He released her a bit, moving to grab her upper arms instead. He looked her in the eyes, hoping to relax her enough for an answer.