Abby
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I notice is the golden sun filtering in through the sheer curtains, warming my cheek.
The second thing I notice is the severe nausea roiling around in my stomach.
Oh no. In one swift movement, I throw the covers off and bolt across the room, over to the en suite bathroom. I practically fall to my knees in front of the toilet and effectively vomit up everything that my stomach has consumed since yesterday.
When I’m finished, I let out a low groan and flush the toilet. I stand on two shaky legs and waddle over to the bathroom sink, where I rinse my mouth out with burning mouthwash and try to breathe deeply to quell my poor stomach.
“Ugh,” I whisper as I watch the blue liquid swirl down the sink. “What the hell is going o
