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Then came the pain. It hit me like a tidal wave, sharp and brutal, radiating through my entire body. The pressure in my abdomen was unbearable, and I let out a choked gasp, my body jerking as I struggled to breathe. I didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t understand it. But the pain was too much to ignore, too much to push aside.

My blood ran cold. Each passing second intensified the unease and restlessness within me. The weight of this fear pressed heavily on my chest, amplifying the sense of suffocation. With every attempt to inhale, it felt as though the grip around my throat tightened, further hindering my ability to take in the air necessary. It was difficult to convey the sheer discomfort and distress that accompanied this state of being.

Something in my chest tightened with something that wasn't fear. Then the pain hit. Sharp. Low. On the left side of my abdomen, deep enough that it pulled my breath out of me in a sound I didn't intend to make. Petra's eyes moved to me immediately. "Where?" "Left side," I said. "Low." "Scale." "Seven." I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. "It's not cramping. It's sharp. Like a…." Another one hit before I finished the sentence and I bit down on the sound this time and kept my voice even. "Like a spike."

My body aches, a dull throbbing pain spreading through my limbs as if I’ve been through something brutal. My head pounds the moment I try to think, like someone is hammering against my skull, forcing me to stay disoriented. What happened? Why do I feel like this? I press my fingers against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to remember, but nothing comes. Just emptiness.

(Kaden POV) Loud, head banging beeps fill my ears, over and over again, repeating the irritating sound. I want to lash out and smash up whatever is making the noise but my body isn’t cooperating one little bit. My stomach feels like it’s burning from the inside out; my arms are like lead, and my throat is so dry, I could light a fire up in there! I feel like I’ve been through a week of hard ass training which ended with a gruelling combat. I want to hide and fill up on codeine and vodka!

Cara sat in front of me, placing her hands on my cheeks to look at me with worry. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” I smacked her hands away and scowled, but then a sharp throbbing in my brow made me wince. “Don’t touch it.” Damiano stopped me when I was just about to. The tightness of the skin was unbearable. “I feel like I have been hit by a truck.” I groaned, resting my back on the headboard. “You look like it too. Who did this?” Cara continued. “Please, stop yelling. I can’t handle loud noises right now.” I sighed tiredly, too drained of energy and in too much pain to be interrogated right now.

I asked him, laughing sadly on myself. Feeling a strong pain my gut. A cramp in my stomach, making me fall down on ground clutching on my stomach tightly. Yelling, loudly. It was feeling as if someone was twisting me from isndue, the immense pain felt like breaking my bones, made my muscles, ache. I kept yelling but no one came ahead to help me. Both of them looking at me from afar.

Beau firing at me before everything went blank. “Shimma,” The name came out as a rasp, barely more than air. I tried to push myself up but pain exploded around my chest and I fell to the ground again. I clenched my jaw until it ached. The pain I felt was unbearable, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. “Hmmmn,” I groaned. I pressed my hand to my chest anyway, like pressure could stitch me together. I dragged myself forward, one step at a time, fighting the dizziness that kept pulling me under.

At first I blamed exhaustion, dehydration and fatigue from the lingering fever. By the time I reached the road I could barely stand and knew it was something else. Nausea rolled through me in waves, my chest ached and my hands shook. Worst of all was the strange sensation buried somewhere deep inside, impossible to describe without sounding completely insane. It felt like forgetting an important thing, walking away from a conversation before it finished. A rubber band stretched until it was one pull away from snapping. Even now, with hundreds of miles between me and them, I can still feel it. A faint ache sitting behind my ribs. A pressure that comes and goes. Every time it appears, I sit up

Lora greeted. "Take a seat, and what's your complain" "Who wants to see the doctor?" He added before taking his eyes off the laptop, shutting it down to give them his attention. "Her, Ida Okino Mitsuko " "Ma, what's your complaint?" The doctor asked. "I have been noticing some symptoms in my body lately like, I get dizzy everytime, nauseous, tired, and I have that strong urge to sleep," Ida explained, and the doctor nodded, taking note of her words.