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The moment Nina had left the room, Adi’s nausea was gone. She sat up and stared at the puddle of vomit next to her. What a mess. Yuck. Sighing, she walked to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. Then she grabbed a towel and cleaned up. She dry-heaved again as the smell hit her, but that was just a sympathetic response. Not the all-encompassing sickness she’d experienced earlier.
Her stomach growled again. The tiny protein bar had barely made a dent in her hunger, and now it was gone, Adi was starving. She stuck her head outside the room. There was nobody in sight. Just as well—she didn’t want to see anybody right now. After she’d brushed her teeth, the face staring back at her from the mirror was gaunt, with dark, purple bruises under the eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
