022: Panic

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~~PEYTON~~ AXEL: *You okay?* I just stare blankly at the screen, not knowing if I should lie. Obviously, I’m not okay. An IV drip is attached to the back of my hand. It feels as if I’m being chained to a wall, movement restricted, and all I can do is lie on my other arm and play around with my phone. It made sense. I couldn't keep anything down, not a drop of water, not since... the argument. The bile-inducing argument. I vomited. God, it was a lot of vomit. I had doubled over right there and puked all over the stairs. Just like that, I began to see stars, dizziness clouding everything. I couldn't even make out the shock on Olivia's face as my puke dripped down the stairs. Odin had rushed to my side, holding me still as my legs gave in. Everything else was a blur, filled with Olivia's

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