Rebecca
I woke up with my head splitting in two.
Not the normal kind of headache. This one sat heavy behind my eyes, like someone had poured cement into my skull and forgot to let it dry properly. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, waiting for it to ease, waiting for my body to remember how to breathe normally.
It didn’t.
When I finally pushed myself up from the bed, my vision tilted. The room spun, twice, then snapped back too fast. My legs gave out and I dropped right back onto the mattress, my palms sinking into the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me alive.
My stomach twisted.
A deep, violent rumble came from inside me, followed by a sharp burn in my throat.
I bolted upright and ran.
The bathroom door slammed against the wall as I barely made it to the toilet.
