E L E A N O RI’ve lost count of how many times I’ve vomited today. The sharp, acidic burn in my throat is something I’ve grown used to, but the sight of blood swirling in the water still sends a jolt of fear through me, cold and immediate. Perseus is cleaning it up again, his movements slow and methodical as he drags the mop across the floor. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s scared too—he’s just better at hiding it than I am. The silence between us is heavy, filled with things neither of us wants to voice. The nausea hasn’t let up, not even for a second. My stomach churns violently, rejecting everything, even the water I force myself to sip just to stay alive. Perseus hasn’t left my side, not once. His stubble has grown into a rough shadow along his jaw, and the dark circles under his eyes tell me he hasn’t slept in days. Guilt twists inside me, sharp and relentless. He should be resting. He should be eating. But instead, he’s here, watching me fall apart piece by piece, he
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