*Bianca*

I shot up in bed in a cold sweat, feeling off. I inhaled sharply as a wave of nausea swept over me and I practically fell out of bed before stumbling to the attached bathroom. I barely made it in time before I emptied last night’s dinner into the toilet.

I groaned as I scrubbed furiously at the inside of my mouth trying to get the taste out. I brushed for a couple more minutes before finally feeling refreshed. I looked at myself in the mirror, noting how ...