It was bad. Bad enough to make her feel as though she might cough up her lungs, her chest burning as tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision.
Her head spun, her eyes spurn with it even as she did her best to remain standing.
No matter how hard she tried to steady her breathing, the urge to throw up only worsened, rolling through her in relentless waves that left her trembling and weak.
'It feels worse than being sick' she thought to herself wondering if that was how pregnant women felt or it was simply her case that had taken a turn for the worse.
She stayed bent over the sink for a long while, gripping the porcelain edge with white knuckles as she gagged helplessly. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror—pale, exhausted, eyes rimmed red—but she barely registered it.
