Hunger

"You look like hell," Carrie told her when she walked into the small break room. "Don't you have any floating holidays?"
Sarah poured a cup of coffee and rummaged through the fridge. She found a hairy tomato, a foil packet of chicken salad, a sandwich that had grown hard and mysterious, and too many condiments to fit on the shelf of the door. She peeled open the packet of chicken salad and began dumping condiments into it. Ketchup, salsa, sweet relish. She found some banana peppers, clumped Parmesan cheese, and Texas Pete hot sauce. Everything went in. Even a dollop of mayonnaise and several packets worth of duck sauce.
"Girl!" Carrie said, "That's my lunch! You want to play a practical joke, do it on someone who doesn't give a shit about you. Like Paul."
Sarah pulled a spoon out of the drawer. It had a white powdery spot where water pooled. She smudged the residue with her thumb and took a big mouthful of the chicken salad. Carrie stared at her, her face going green.
"Damn."
Sarah polished off the soupy chicken salad, tossed the packet in the trash, and opened the freezer. She knew better than to eat her boss's diet dinners so she pulled out a handful of ice and starting crunching on it. She had no idea why she was so hungry. She had skipped breakfast all the time, but today she couldn't seem to get enough to eat.
Cheese. That's what she wanted. That salty, orange, processed stuff. She opened the fridge again, considering the rotting tomato. It sat in a sticky puddle of its own juices.
Carrie stepped forward and slammed the fridge shut in her face.
"Go home," she said, sounding so unlike her usual flippant self that Sarah had to stop and look at her.
“I don’t care if you don’t have floating holidays, leave without pay, if you have to quit, if they have to fire your ass. You need to go home.”
Sarah opened her mouth to tell her friend that she was fine. A little hungry, but fine.
“I don’t care how much you think you hated your sister—” her friend began.
“I don’t hate my sister.”
“Then get out of here and grieve like a normal person”

-from Lockout