Phil
I didn't like the idea of her being alone at the moment. I followed her out and watched as she ran to a bush. It sounded like she puked. She turned around and sank to the ground. I ran across and kneeled in front of her, "are you okay?"
She nodded, "I'm fine."
"You don't look like it."
"I just need some water."
I helpped her to her feet and nearly carried her back to the casino and into the workers bathroom, a unisex room so I didn't feel akward about it. She washed her face and sank down onto the floor.
"Maybe I should take you to the hospital?"
She shook her hand, "I know what's wrong with me."
"If you're sick you-"
"I'm not sick," she intergected.
"You threw up, you're sick."
"I'm pregnant."
Ouch, I didn't know she was married. "Why would your husband let you come around to a casino where you-"
"I'm not married."
