Today has been the worst morning I’ve had in a long time. I woke up with a heavy, uneasy feeling in my stomach. I tried to sit up slowly, but a sudden wave of nausea hit hard. I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
Maximus wasn’t around, so I tried to manage my hair myself while leaning over the sink. My knees almost gave way as my stomach twisted again. The sour taste burned my throat. I rinsed my mouth quickly, but it didn’t help, my stomach wasn’t done with me yet.
“Atasha.”
Maximus’ voice came from behind me suddenly. A moment later, his hand replaced mine in my hair, pulling it back so it wouldn’t fall forward. His other hand rested lightly on my back, rubbing slowly as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’ll call the doctor—”
“No. I’m okay,” I said, forcing my voice to stay ca
