I woke up to an unbearable nausea, which made me run as fast as I could to the bathroom. I threw up and to my surprise, all the pills I swallowed like two hours ago came out perfectly intact.
"What the hell..." I whispered to myself.
That's when I heard the front door open. I stood up quickly, little bits of vomit still stuck on my cheek.
"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" I sighed in relief as I heard Mark's voice.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine." I replied.
"You don't sound so good. Can I come in." He asked.
"Yeah."
"Gosh, morning sickness at night?" He quickly glanced at the un-flushed vomit. "Are those your pills?"
"Yeah... I don't understand, Mark, I swallowed these like two hours ago. How can they still be in such a perfect condition?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"Mark... you need to know somethin
