Reaching the bathroom, Amy placed her hands on the sink counter and almost emptied her stomach. She paused for a while, gathering her hair to style it in a messy bun. Feeling the weird feeling again, she lowered her head, her grip on the sink tight as she leaned forward, sighing in exhaustion as the nauseous feeling made her quite uncomfortable. Amy stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror, watching her chest rise and fall.
She tried to recall her activities for the day, trying to check if she had eaten something strange or something she was allergic to. However, nothing came to her mind. These past few days, she didn't even have the appetite to eat and enjoy a meal. She easily got tired of everything.
Amy closed her eyes, trying to connect the dots together. Suddenly, her ey
