Am I pregnant?

I quickly got up when I felt the nausea wanted to escape my mouth and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting. I immediately knew something was seriously wrong with the sandwich and vowed never to eat from that place again. As I washed my mouth out and tried to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and regret for not trusting my initial instincts. The taste and smell of the food lingered in my mouth, making me feel even more nauseous.

Someone gently taps my back and gives me a napkin. Gratefully taking the napkin, I wipe my mouth and see Trence offering me a water bottle. I thank them profusely, still feeling shaky and weak from the sudden illness. As I sip the water, I can't help but wonder what could have caused the sandwich to make me so sick.

Was it expired? Contaminated with something?

I shudder at the thought, grateful for the kindness of the stranger who came to my aid. As I finished the water, I began to feel slightly better,