Maisie
The first morning, I thought I was dying.
I barely made it halfway out of Soren's bed before my stomach revolted.
The sink caught the first splash of puke. My eyes watered as I retched, sobbing. Soren's fingers delved into my hair, pulling it back from my face as I emptied out my stomach until there was nothing left to bring up except bile.
My ribs ached from retching. My vision blurred. Every muscle in my body cramped so violently that my legs gave out and I ended up curled on the floor, forehead pressed against the cold marble, shaking hard enough my teeth clattered.
Soren scooped me up.
"It's okay," he murmured, carrying me back to bed as I moaned in pain. "I've got you."
"I'm going to die, aren't I..."
The words dissolved into another violent gag.
Soren barely managed to lean me over a bucket before I was sick again.
Goddess.
It hurt. Everything hurt. My stomach. My head. My back. My eyes. Even my skin ached.
