I clung desperately to the porcelain, dizzy and shaking. The delightful, savory aroma of the lentil soup was now the single most repulsive scent in the universe. My stomach felt like it was trying to turn inside out.
The bathroom door creaked open behind me, and Levi’s calm, level voice cut through the ringing in my ears. “Are you okay, Alicia? That was… violent.”
I braced myself against the wall, weakly waving a hand behind my back. “Yeah, just fetch me the medicine for vomit from the medicine box. Please. It must be some nasty bug I picked up from the unfiltered well water.”
I was clutching at the easiest explanation, but even as I spoke, another wave of nausea hit me. I emptied whatever meager contents were left within me, which, thankfully, wasn't much. I sank down onto the cold
