By the evening, Bobbie's in bad shape and she knows it. It isn't that she's avoiding Alex, necessarily, just trying to figure out how to soften the blow. This is happening so rapidly that she doubts it's going to plateau, and if she's going to waste away, she doesn't want it to be a surprise for anyone. She's not entirely sure she wants Alex to have to see it, either, not after he's experienced something similar himself.

She's heading back to her room, trying to talk herself through it, but a third of the way there she has to stop, leaning against the wall and struggling to catch her breath. It's humiliating, and she focuses on that so she doesn't start panicking again. All of that disappears when she spots Alex coming down the hall, and she tenses instinctively. Shit.