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I cannot face them. A strange warmth starts spreading through my body. At first I thought it was from running, but it grew hotter. It moves from my chest down to my stomach, then lower. My skin feels tight. Sensitive. I press my hands to my cheeks. They burn. What is happening? This is not normal.

The pit of my stomach fluttered, and I could not only feel, but I could quite literally hear the butterflies flapping their wings around happily in my stomach. What is this feeling? Why do I suddenly feel so warm and usually happy? “There’s a lot going on in the pack, and outside right now, but it doesn’t concern her.” Aidan paused, “any pills she would have to take or something?” “No, nothing for now,” the doctor responded, “she’s very healthy, and the pup is healthy too. Although the dizziness, tiredness, vomiting and all those symptoms might last a moment.” Pup? Did he just say pup? Who has a pup, or who is having a pup?

Damn, what's wrong with me? It's hot and incredibly painful. I remember this sensation. I experienced it last weekend, and it feels the same. I struggle to walk slowly towards my room. Even taking steps is difficult. Sweat is starting to drench my entire body. My blood feels like it's boiling, ready to burn me to ashes.

My mind is unable to register anything. Burning, I feel like I am burning. My hands and face feel like they are on fire. No, not just hands or face, my whole body is on fire. I am feeling so hot. Am I being burned? With my blurry vision, I look around me and relax a little because I am in my room. I try to move my legs but I cannot. I don’t have the energy to. Why am I feeling like this?

"Larry? Are you okay?" "No, I'm not okay!" I snapped, but as the words left my mouth, a terrifying sensation washed over me. My skin suddenly felt like it was completely on fire now. It wasn't just a regular flush of anger; it was a deep, scorching heat radiating directly out of my bones. I started frantically fidgeting, pulling at the collar of my shirt because it suddenly felt like the fabric was suffocating me. I felt like I was undergoing some bizarre physical transformation, with my internal temperature skyrocketing as if some invisible barrier inside my body had just violently shattered.

She said as she poked her head out and then brought it back quickly under. I sat down on the bed carefully, feeling slightly nauseous and warm. The symptoms were getting worse, I maybe had a few days at most now before my heat will more than likely start.

It also tasted a bit weird. “Odd,” I shrugged and gulped the entire bottle down continuing to munch on my apple. Five minutes later, the room began to spin, way too fast. I blinked rapidly feeling hot. I fanned myself with my hands. The air conditioner was on. Why was I still feeling hot? My limbs grew loose. I tried to move but it felt like my bones had refused to do their job. “Why is the floor w…wiggling?” I slurred asking no one in particular.