She woke with a deep burning pain behind her bellybutton. She dragged her body along the hall and got in whilst the bath was still running; the hot inch of water smarted. She turned the tap further to the left and pitched herself against the cool enamel.
The bath put out the fire. Her gut heaved like a soaked sponge and she stood for a while, dripping on the mat, steadying herself with a hand on the doorframe. She felt, on her thigh, a familiar surprise. There it was, a perfect rivulet of pink-tinged bathwater was flowing down her leg.
'her gut heaved like a soaked sponge' absolutely obsessed