KEIRA

I crouched down in front of the toilet, my body racked with waves of nausea. The bitter taste of bile rose in my throat, threatening to overwhelm me. It was a wrenching, uncomfortable sensation as if my stomach was attempting to expel all the food I had ingested this weak.

As if the day couldn't get any worse.

At that moment, I heard the bathroom door clock open, and I looked up, eyes dimmed to half mass, and I saw Clint, concern etched across his face. He crouched down beside me, ...