You inhaled and exhaled rapidly, panic overtaking your body. It felt as if every breath just drove you closer to the brink of insanity, which it very well might be doing.
The air was cool almost, you could feel the odd tingle down your throat as your body heat quickly took over. Leaning over yourself, you clenched your stomach — a pain like no other erupting there.
"Y/n?" Maggie called softly, seeing that you weren't in your usual spot. She looked around the small area, eyes wide and body tense as she noticed you bent over, face in agony.
"Oh my god, y/n!" She yelled, running to your side. She collapsed too quickly, sliding on her knees to get closer to you.
"Maggie, it hurts." You whimpered and she sighed, noticing the pool of vomit a few feet from you.
"Y/n, God, are you okay?" You shook your head furiously, mad at your weak immune system.
"I think I'm sick." You mumbled, wiping at the drool slipping between your lips with your sleeve. She sighed, yelling for Rick to come over and help her carry you back.
"It's ok, we'll get you better soon. I'll be right here with you the entire time." She soothed, rubbing your back slowly, "I'm here, y/n. It'll be fine."
