Pamela's POV
It was a harder morning than usual.
I was up early and felt a bit under the weather, but that didn't stop me from going on with the day's activity.
I slowly and carefully buttoned my jacket, already thinking about the upcoming meeting, when a sudden feeling of sickness hit me hard. I stopped moving, my hand gripping the edge of the dresser tightly.
I had wanted to ignore it but I couldn't ignore it any longer.
No.
My throat felt like it was burning as I ran to the bathroom, barely making it before I threw up. It tasted awful, and the sound echoed in the tiled room.
I paused for a moment against the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. My skin looked pale. My eyes looked tired. My heart was beating fast.
It's just stress. Nothing else. Too much work and not enough sleep.
I splashed cold water on my face, ignoring the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I couldn't be weak right now. Not today.
