ELISA'S POV
I woke up to a sharp, throbbing pain at the base of my skull, nausea twisting my stomach into tight knots. My pillow felt damp against my cheek from the sweat that had formed overnight, and I groaned, trying to will the spinning in the room to stop. Every movement made it worse. My hand flew to my stomach instinctively as I turned over, hoping that holding onto something might anchor me, some tiny comfort in the swirl of dizziness.
It didn’t help.
With a groan that turned into a low whimper, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor tilted beneath me, threatening to throw me off balance. My fingers scraped against the dresser as I shuffled toward the bathroom. I barely made it in time to throw up, retching until my chest burned and my throat ached.
I leaned back a
