Emily's pov
I stared at the pool of vomit at my feet. I didn't know how it appeared there: it just... did.
It was yellow and putrid, full of semi-digested pieces of food, and its smell was revolting ... it was disgusting, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
I was like in a trance.
Suddenly, a warm hand delicately wrapped around mine, and I flinched at the unexpected contact. I looked up: Xavier was beside me, his blue eyes full of worry and understanding.
Only then did I realize it: that vomit ... it was mine.
"Come," he whispered, putting his arm around my shoulders. "There's a free room over there. You need to rest, lie down for a while".
I didn't have the strength to answer; I just followed in his footsteps, letting him lead me like a dead weight. Xavier even had to pick me
