"Tomorrow, probably. It usually takes a day or so."

Her stomach doesn't ache and churn anymore, but she feels lethargic and vaguely queasy, in a way that she knows means she can't eat anything today. At least not until the evening, when the painkillers have worked their way out of her system and she perks up just a bit.

She drapes one heavy arm over him, not inclined to move it any time soon.