I hurt all over

DEIRDRE POV

Matteo was right. The sickness did intensify. I came awake earlier feeling nauseous.

I couldn't tell if it was the after-effect of the soup I had eaten or from the drugs I had taken, but I had emptied all the contents of my stomach, and I was still hurling.

At this rate, if I continued, I would hurl everything in my stomach into the toilet.

The aches in my body had worsened. My head was thumping as though someone was deliberately pounding it. My ears rang. It felt as if I had strings that were pulled continuously in them.

And my temperature was another thing. It had spiked higher.

"Matteo," I groaned, gripping the toilet seat.

Where did he go, and why did he leave?

Laying on the floor, I breathed in and out through my mouth before standing quickly and dipping my head into the toilet as I felt the urge to hurl again.

When I was done, I was able to crawl to the sink. Luckily, it was sturdy enough for me to use to stand upright.

Washing my face and rinsing my mouth, I trudged