Allyna felt slightly dizzy.
She had been wanting to get out of bed for a while now, but it felt as though something was pulling her back down.
Ever since she arrived at Tim's apartment, she had noticed that she constantly felt weak.
She couldn't stand the smell of anything being fried, especially sautéed onions and garlic. The nauseating scent made her stomach churn.
She didn't have a fever...
But she felt worse than someone who was actually sick.
Slowly, she pushed herself up using her hands. She needed to find a way to get to the bathroom because she felt like she was about to throw up.
Only she and Tim lived in the apartment.
Although it didn't look proper, she couldn't bring herself to leave.
She had been staying there for two weeks now.
Two weeks of hiding from her former hu
