Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Thirty

When the young witch had finished her studies for the day, she made her way back to her shared quarters.

    I just had too much to do today, the young witch thought to herself as she slunk over to the bunks.

    Leslie flopped back onto her bed and just looked up at the bunk above her.

     As she continued to think about that day's studies, she began to feel a bit queasy. 

    Leslie grumbled to herself as she placed her hand over her stomach. 

     Ugh. What now?, Leslie began to think to herself. She bit her tongue. Then she thought, why do I feel this way? It's not like today's studies were overly stressful.

     She sighed to herself before turning onto her side and staring at the wall, still gripping onto her stomach. Gods, Leslie began to think to herself. Why won't this feeling just fucking go away?

    Leslie continued to lay there for about a half and hour, unmoving—-just hoping she'd start to feel better sometime soon. Come on, come on, come on!, her mind hissed. Just fucking stop feeling this way already! It's so exhausting!

    Leslie sighed as she sat up for a moment, letting her eyes cruise across the room.

    The urge to throw up got stronger; Leslie pulled a repulsed face when she felt herself throw up in her own mouth. She covered her mouth before she got up off the bed, quickly.

    Leslie dashed to the nearest bathroom and closed the door, deciding to lock it. 

    Then, she held her head over the toilet and violently threw up.

    Leslie tried to catch her breath. “Oh gods, I feel terrible,” the witch groaned.

    Leslie looked upward for a moment before looking back down, quickly before having to throw up once more.

    This process continued for over thirty minutes until Leslie felt a little bit better—-she flushed the toilet and then leaned against the wall in a sitting position, breathing heavily, as if she had just completed running a marathon.

    “What the hell is wrong with me?” She whispered to herself, panting—-she pressed her hand tightly against her stomach as she looked up to the ceiling once more.

    One of the other girls who slept in the same bunk room as Leslie—-Sofia—-knocked on the door and then asked, “Eliesavetta? Are you okay in there?”

     Leslie barely had the energy to look over to the door. “Yeah… I'm fine. Just a bit sick.”

     “If you're sure…” Sofia's voice sounded from the other side of the door before she walked away.

     Leslie exhaled, heavily. “What's wrong…?” She whispered to herself again. She was silent for a moment as she felt her abdomen rise and fall in a natural rhythm. “Food poisoning… It has to be.” She sighed before stumbling to her feet once more, using the wall for support before she made her way over to the door, unlocking it and leaving the restroom.

    Once the young witch made it back to the bunks, she exhaustedly fell back onto her bed once more, just wanting to go to sleep.

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    Leslie tried to readjust herself to her surroundings as she blinked her scarlet eyes open and close rapidly.

    “Well, that was an acid trip,” she mumbled to herself as she forced herself into a sitting position—-every muscle in her body was aching and begging her to just continue to rest within the comfort of the bed and hopefully drift off to slumber.