Something was horribly wrong. My head pounded, my heart was racing, and my whole body felt like it was full of rocks. I was way too hot, too, and I couldn't move. But I could tell by the chipped paint on part of the ceiling I was still in my bed on my back, my blanket nowhere nearby. The worst of it was in my lower back, throat, and right arm, and honestly it terrified me.
What if I had gotten whatever they'd had?
No. Impossible. I hadn't used the NeuroLink since our last game. Surely something would've happened by now, right?
My phone rang from under me, buzzing on my desk and making an annoying sound against the wood. But I couldn't get to it, and so instead I just slowly went back to sleep, hoping I'd feel better when I woke up again.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
