Whispers of Fate
Ethan's voice softens, attempting to convey empathy, which almost makes me giggle.
"I'm fine, bro. I'm a woman, remember? I'm naturally strong," I reply half-heartedly, mustering a faint smile.
"Mom will be up soon. I need to go microwave..." I'm interrupted by a sudden wave of nausea, cutting my words short.
I rush to the bathroom sink as a small amount of food spills out of my mouth. "Are you okay, Susan ?" Ethan asks, concerned.
Am I okay? I don't know.
Today in Book keeping class, I can barely concentrate on Professor Turner's lecture. Even though she's my favourite professor in this course, I find myself dozing off throughout most of her teaching.