It was New Year's Eve, and Rebecca was feeling far from festive. She had been diagnosed with an upset stomach earlier in the day and had spent much of it in the bathroom. Now, with the clock ticking closer to midnight, she found herself with racing thoughts and an uncontrollable urge to use the toilet.
She hadn't planned on going out that night, but she wanted to join in the celebrations. As she sat down on the cold porcelain seat, she couldn't help but wonder if her decision had been a mistake. She felt a warm sensation building inside her, and she knew what was coming.
With a loud grunt, she released a gush of diarrhea into the toilet bowl. The force of it was enough to make her lean forward slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the bowl as she grappled with the intense cramps in her stomach. The stench was overwhelming, but she couldn't seem to care less about that right now.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally managed to push herself off the stool and stand up. The mess in the bowl was enough to make her gag, but she forced herself to clean it up. The paper turned a nasty shade of brown as it absorbed the remaining water and feces.
She glanced at herself in the mirror above the sink. Her normally radiant face was pale and sweaty, and her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. She looked like death warmed up. With a sigh, she decided she might as well sit down again; there didn't seem to be any end in sight for her ordeal.
Once she was back on the toilet, the same cycle repeated itself. She barely had time to wipe the floor and flush the toilet before the next wave hit her, sending her world spinning once again. By this point, she didn't even have the energy to be embarrassed about her situation. All she could focus on was finding some relief from the cramps that threatened to split her in two.
As the night wore on, Rebecca lost count of how many times she had been to the bathroom. Her entire body ached, and she could barely muster the strength to stand up straight. She felt like she was living a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up.
Finally, around 4 am, her stomach began to settle down. She dragged herself to bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a sigh of relief. She knew that she would be paying for this New Year's Eve in more ways than one - both physically and emotionally. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but pray that her next trip to the bathroom wouldn't be as eventful as the ones before.
