In half an hour she has whisked herself into being presentable and
exits her apartment. She looks into it as she readies to close the
door. Her mind plays over images of her and Leo together in
different times in the apartment making her smile sadly.

"Leo, I could use you now more than ever, but if you were here I
guess I wouldn’t be in this mess would I? I love you, but now what
do I do?" she closes the door.

Kendall rolls over smacking the damn annoying beeping alarm and
instantly grabs her head. She tries to sit up, but a wave of nausea
overcomes her. She lies there moaning in her anguish as she realizes
she is undressed. She tries to ignore the pain in her head long
enough to remember how she got in this state of undress. Slowly,
painfully the evening’s events play out in her mind.

"Simone…thank God for Simone…" she mutters instantly regretting the
noise she created.

She gently climbs from bed and realizes she can’t walk so she crawls
to her bathroom ignoring the nausea still trying to force her to quit
moving. Once in the bathroom, she immediately hangs her head over
the toilet and proceeds to present offerings to the porcelain god.
After she is sure there isn’t possibly anything more that can come
out of her stomach she again tries to stand. She manages to do so,
but very shakily. She turns on the shower and peels off her
undergarments. She steps into the shower and has never before been
so happy that hotels have to put in handicap bars. She holds onto
the bar as the hot water pulses down on her. She goes through her
routine from hair to feet and then just stands in the spray until she
feels it begin to cool. She turns the water off and exits the shower
toweling herself dry. All this time, she has forced herself to
simply think about doing what it will take to get her ready to leave
this room. She returns to the larger room and stands in front of the
mirror as she dresses. In a flash, she sees nail marks on her hips
and lower back when she turns. This elicits a groan as she remembers
how they managed to get there. She feels the tear snake its way down
her cheek.

"Stop it!" she chides herself, "You are not this weak! So what if
you can’t have her…so ***** what!" she yells at the mirror, `I
love her that so what.’ Her mind answers.