Dawson's Point Of View
The moment I shut the door behind me, a sharp grunt escaped my throat.
I immediately reached for my chest.
"Damn it."
Pain radiated through my ribs.
I staggered forward.
My hand instinctively landed on the edge of my desk.
For a brief second, my vision blurred as I clenched my teeth.
Then another violent wave hit.
My breathing faltered.
When I suddenly coughed hard, a metallic taste instantly flooded my mouth.
I looked down.
Blood.
Dark red droplets stained my palm.
I stared at it and cursed under my breath.
"Damnit."
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Every muscle in my body tensed as if today hadn't already been unbearable enough.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Then exhaled slowly.
I hated this.
I hated my body.
I hated that allergy becau
