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"Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, palpitation, I feel uncomfortable all over my body. I feel like I'm dying." "Plateau response?" Yuri asked. On the other end of the phone, Edison Shen immediately responded, "yes, yes. Come here and show me." Yuri: "Okay, wait a moment."

I let out a deep breath before responding to her. “It all started many days ago. I just felt my head spinning. The more movements I do, my body gets tired easily. Every morning, I could feel a stomach pain as if I am about to vomit. I can handle these things these past few days, but recently, it's getting worse. The spinning of my head was uncontrollable which made me lose consciousness.”

I gasped, pressing my hand to my forehead, feeling heat that hadn't been there before. The phone buzzed again, the vibration somehow too loud, drilling into my skull. I reached for it, intending to turn it off completely, but my hand missed. Everything felt wrong suddenly, my body felt too heavy, my thoughts became too slow, like I was moving through syrup. The headache intensified, blinding white pain lancing through my temples, and I fell back against the pillow, unable to hold myself upright. Something was wrong, really wrong, but I couldn't organize my thoughts enough to figure out what.

This is a very bad timing, I need to prepare my mind for my induction, not feeling this sudden sickness. My skin feels too tight, and too hot, like there is fire trapped under it. A deep ache curls low in my stomach, then it begin to spread fast, which makes me so hot and restless. My entire body is tense, I can’t even feel my hands. “This can’t be an ordinary discomfort” I murmured. As I move from one edge of my bed to another. I try to press my palm on my bed frame, to steady myself a little. “Nothing seems to work.”

Her fever soared to 40°C, and she was not clear-headed. She felt as if there was a fire burning inside her, and she could not tell if the fever caused it or if it was her body's discomfort.

The heat was unbearable, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I thought a shower might help, so I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. But even the cold water did little to alleviate the heat. I sat in the tub, my head pounding, my back aching, my abdomen cramping—every part of my body was in distress. I felt a primal, almost feral need coursing through me.

My blood is boiling up. Is it supposed to be this way? I am panicking, even as I feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Why is he not stopping? Can't he feel my skin is burning up? Can't he tell something is wrong?!

Sophia I wake up feeling off. My body is warmer than usual, and there's a faint ache deep inside me that I can't ignore. Groaning, I push myself up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing my temples to try and clear my head. It’s too early for this. As I stand up, a wave of dizziness hits me, and I clutch the edge of the nightstand for support. The heat is spreading through my body, making my skin feel flushed and sensitive.

I reached out, gripping the counter for support as a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. My breathing became shallow, my heart pounding harder than usual. The room around me seemed to spin like I was caught in a slow, disorienting whirlpool. “See? You’re already feeling it, and this bastard is still denying it!” Marcus roared, landing another punch on Warren. I wanted to stop him, to say something, but my body betrayed me. Heat rushed through me, and it was intense and uncomfortable. God... it’s hot. What’s happening to me?