~LENORA'S POV
"Fuck," I groaned.
I bent over the basin again, gripping the edge hard enough that my fingers started to ache, and forced out what little was left in my stomach.
Nothing came easily anymore. It was mostly dry, painful, the kind that left my throat burning and my chest tight long after it was over.
I stayed there for a moment, breathing through it, waiting for the dizziness to pass. It didn't fully go away, it never did, but it settled enough that I could move.
I reached for the water, splashing it over my face, letting the cold bite into my skin just to feel something different. It helped a little.
Not enough to fix anything, just enough to make it bearable. The bitter taste still clung to the back of my mouth no matter how many times I rinsed, and that dull ache in my stomach sat where it always did.
I didn't understand what was wrong with me. And I didn't have time to figure it out.
I straightened slowly before letting go, and that was when it hit me.
