nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy

It was common for Gee to be sick. She was always walking around with a headache. She hardly went out on the weekends because she spent most days curled up in bed, either under the covers hiding from the light that did nothing but make her head worse, or leaning over her and Tricia's shared bed, vomiting.

What wasn't common, though, was for her to be in little space while sick.