I tried to ignore the nauseous feeling that I had been experiencing since this morning as I did my work when I heard Lana bouncing into my office room with two big cups of coffee from a famous brand.
Normally, I would be delighted at the sight of it, but today, I just wanted to puke.
"Charlotte! Guess what happened!" She began, but I abruptly stood up from my seat and held my hand in front of her, signaling her to stop.
"What's wrong?" Lana asked me as she watched me running to the restroom.
I didn't answer her. I was afraid that I would puke right then and there. I shut the door restroom behind me and dashed towards the toilet bowl before throwing up all the contents of my stomach.
I heaved, feeling my back burn. Once I was done, I flushed the toilet bowl without looking at it befor
