I woke up in pain again. Frozen. Way too hot but way too cold at the same time, and probably on the bathroom floor. It hurt bad enough nearly to cry, and the hard tile under me helped nothing.
It took me a full thirty minutes to finally pull myself up. Dizziness came over me in waves, and I held onto the bathroom counter for dear life to stop from falling. The floor was a little wet, with a rag and towel thrown on the floor.
I didn't remember getting a shower.
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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...
