As I lifted the fork to my mouth, intending to take a bite of fish, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. Hastily, I rushed to the bathroom, retching violently into the sink. But with an empty stomach, there was nothing to expel, leaving me heaving and making me weaker.
Burgess's concerned gaze bore into me as he entered the bathroom, his furrowed brows betraying his worry. "Are you allergic to seafood?" he inquired, his tone edged with concern.
I shook my head weakly, unable to muster the energy for a verbal response. The truth was, I didn't know what was causing my sudden illness. It felt like my body was betraying me, succumbing to an invisible force beyond my control.
Turning on the tap, I splashed my face with cold water, hoping to alleviate the nausea and dizziness that plagued
