Meghan
I clutch the sides of the porcelain bowl, trembling as another wave of nausea hits me like a tidal wave. My stomach clenches violently, and I retch, though nothing but bile comes up this time. My body feels weak, my skin damp with sweat. It’s been like this all night—an endless cycle of nausea, vomiting, and shaky breaths.
The harsh bathroom light makes my pounding head worse, and I lean back against the cold tiles, trying to steady myself. I barely slept a wink, too busy rushing to the toilet every few minutes, and now my limbs feel like lead.
I rub my temples, muttering under my breath. “What is wrong with me?”
A soft knock at the door makes me flinch.
“Meghan?” Chloe’s voice calls out from the other side. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there forever.”
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