Nala I haven't been feeling well the past several days. I can hardly sleep, and when I do, I wake up in cold sweats. Also, the smell of certain foods makes me nauseous, especially meat and fish. I'm not one to complain, so I kept it hidden. That is, until last night, when Ky picked me up after work. We usually hang out on the weekends, but after that one night, I refused to let her drag me out to another nightclub or bar. I won't ever go through that again. The moment I step into Ky's house, a wave of nausea causes me to stagger. As Owen comes to greet us, I rush past him and head into the guest bathroom, barely making it to the trash bin before I empty my stomach into it. My throat burns, and my eyes water. It always hurts to throw up, but it's also incredibly embarrassing. Normally, I get odd, judgmental stares, especially since people assume I do it to myself. "Nala! Are you alright?!" I hear Ky's worried voice faintly, though all I can do is cough and pant heavily. It's hard
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