Vivian
I woke up with a nasty taste in my mouth, like I had swallowed something rotten.
Before I even opened my eyes, the nausea hit me, twisting my insides into knots.
I practically leaped out of the guest bed and bolted toward the bathroom.
I barely made it before I was on my knees in front of the toilet. My stomach emptied itself, until there was nothing left. Just dry heaves and tears that stung my eyes.
I sat back, trembling, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Stress.” I told myself, flushing the toilet. “It's just stress. The adrenaline crash.”
But honestly, it had been going on for weeks. I was always dizzy, and these random sick feelings kept hitting me at the worst moments. I just figured it was the garbage food from that bar, or the cheap beer, or maybe it w
