Agh—what… what is happening?
Why does my forehead feel warm… but at the same time, cold?
The sensation confused me. Like someone was touching me, but I couldn't understand how—or why.
I drifted in and out of consciousness.
At first, it felt like sinking. Heavy. Endless. Like my body was being pulled downward by something thicker than sleep itself. Then the nausea hit, sudden and violent.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my stomach twisting painfully.
"No—" I groaned, barely managing to turn my head and push the car door open before bile surged up my throat.
Rome reacted instantly.
He cursed under his breath, unbuckling his seatbelt and lunging toward me just as I leaned forward, gagging. One hand steadied my shoulder while the other pushed the door fully open.
I threw up. Hard.
