INDIGOI had started feeling sick around midnight.It began with a dull ache in my stomach that I had ignored because I had more important things to worry about. Like the anniversary event. Like the seating arrangements. Like whether the lighting at the new venue would work.Then I threw up.That had been my first indication that the universe had officially decided I wasn’t attending the event.By three in the morning, I had stopped pretending I would somehow wake up feeling better.I couldn’t keep anything down. My stomach hurt, my body ached, and every few hours I woke up drenched in sweat before immediately starting to shiver.I had taken painkillers whenever I could manage to swallow them, but they hadn’t done much beyond dulling the aches for a while, and spent most of the morning moving between sleep and consciousness.The worst part was knowing I was missing the anniversary.I’d spent days working on it. I had been excited to see everything come together after all the running a
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