Chapter 8 - Mira

My eyes shoot open and I jump to my feet, hoping I make it to the toilet in time. Then I empty the entirety of last night’s supper into the toilet bowl, my stomach aching from dry heaving as the last remnants get regurgitated.

“Oh…” I groan and rest my clammy forehead on my arm.

Dr. Lilah mentioned that nausea would be one of the symptoms, right? But it’s barely been a full twenty-four hours since the insemination started… am I pregnant already?

The bedroom door bursts open and I hear Josef rushing in before coming to a stop at the bathroom door. I turn my head to look at him, then flash him a sheepish smile.

“Can you please call Dr. Lilah?” I croak out, my throat is hoarse from vomiting. Josef nods, then he disappears just before another wave of nausea rips through my body.

I don’t think there’s anything left in me to vomit out, and yet I am bent over the toilet bowl, gripping it as if my life depended on it. Flushing the toilet, I hang my head in my hands and groan, but I can’t