“Katie, are you sure you’re okay? I think we should go see the nurse,” Celeste falters, standing by the door of the toilet cubicle where Katie and Ariah are.
Katie hunkers down in front of the toilet and throws up while Ariah sits next to her, rubbing her back.
Ariah shoots us a troubled look. “This started during physical training. It looks like the change is taking a negative toll on her.”
“She told me she’s been feeling nauseous since before class. In English, right, Katie?” Celeste presses.
Katie holds up her thumb, nodding, then continues to dry heave into the toilet.
The bathroom door swings open, and Nate breezes in, locking the door behind him.
“Nate! You’re not supposed to be in here!” Ariah’s eyes widen.
He huffs, dropping his backpack on the counter by the sink and unzipp
