I blamed the nausea on stress.
Between coordinating global response to the false flag attacks, managing Integration Council politics, and trying to figure out who wanted to start a war between enhanced and baseline humans, throwing up every morning seemed like a reasonable response to an unreasonable situation.
"You sure you're okay?" Alexander asked for the third time in an hour as we walked through the medical wing of the Integration Council building.
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"You've been tired for two weeks."
"I've been busy for two weeks."
"And nauseous. And emotional. And you nearly took Marcus's head off yesterday when he suggested we consider military action against the extremist groups."
I stopped walking and looked at him. "Are you suggesting something?"
"I'm suggesting you see Dr. Chen. The medical kind, not the policy kind."
