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Blue I don’t know what’s been going on but I’ve been exhausted all week. My guess is that I caught some sort of virus somewhere and my body is working overtime trying to fight it. I haven’t had any other symptoms yet but they'll show up soon I’m sure. For now I’ve been drinking this ginger tea Abigail recommended. She’s been drinking it for morning sickness and told me it’s not bad. It’s good but it hasn’t helped with how tired I am.

"I don't wish to talk about this." "And that is perfectly alright," Leslie soothed, patting his head. He took a sip of the tea and wrinkled his nose. "When will you stop making me tea, Les? What flavor is this, even?" "It's ginger, and are you trying to say that I don't make good tea?" Leslie joked. Julian laughed, a real one. "My wife makes the best tea," he corrected himself, making Leslie chuckle before she turned serious. "The main reason why I make you tea is because I read a lot about PTSD, and teas like chamomile, ginger, even bass fruit teas help to clear the mind, especially after a fit."

The fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air. As he set the cup down on the side table, a strange sensation washed over him. The room seemed to waver, the edges of his vision blurring slightly. Eskaal blinked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to shake off the sudden dizziness, attributing it to fatigue. But the dizziness persisted, and his eyelids grew heavy. Before he knew it, his head drooped, and he slumped against the sofa cushions. The cup of tea slipped from his fingers, its contents untouched, as his senses faded and darkness closed in.

I didn't know what Kris was trying to imply, but I wasn't happy that he shared our relationship situation with everyone here. "I can manage on my own, Kris. You don't need to walk me," I said seriously, then bid everyone goodbye again and left. As I walked, I reached for my phone in my bag to message Josh that I was heading home. But suddenly, I felt extremely dizzy and had a headache. I had to stop walking and hold onto my head, feeling my knees weaken. Why was this happening? I didn't drink any alcohol there. But why do I feel like this? I'm sure I only drank iced tea.

Chapter 47: Pitiful That morning, she woke up with a heavy headache as if she drank too much alcohol. Her eyes were spinning as if she was experiencing a hangover. That’s why she asked a maid to brew her a glass of honey water. The maid looked at her and even asked her why she needs that. “Young lady, you didn’t drink alcohol last night so why would you drink honey water? Are you feeling unwell?” “Just go and get me one. You asked too much.”

I waited, my senses on high alert, as she handed me the glass. "Thank you," I said, my voice a strained whisper. I took a sip, the tequila burning a fiery trail down my throat. A strange sensation washed over me, a feeling of heaviness in my head, a disorientation that had nothing to do with the alcohol. I knew I wasn't drunk, but I felt my head floating, my balance slipping. I stood up, my legs wobbly, my vision blurring. Something was wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in danger.

"Perhaps some moonberry tea instead? It's their specialty." "That would be nice," I agreed, grateful for his understanding. The waiter returned promptly with Miles's wine and a steaming cup of fragrant tea for me. The rich, berry aroma was comforting, and I took a grateful sip. As our meal progressed, I began feeling increasingly strange. My vision blurred slightly around the edges, and sounds seemed to come from farther away than they should. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. With growing horror, I realized what was happening. The tea had been drugged.

I struggled to sit up and he helped me, putting a pillow against the edge of the bed so I could lean comfortably on it. “You had a mild concussion” he explained as he held a cup in my direction. I hesitantly took the cup “Thanks” I said and gulped the warm liquid down. “Ew, what is that?” I returned the cup to him immediately. He chuckled again.” It's tea, it's supposed to ease the headache” he said, looking at me and smiling faintly. I nodded forgetting my head was on fire and I had to hold it a little. I watched him silently wondering why he was still there.

It's Jenny again. "What happened to you today? You look so odd." "Nothing." "If you don't wanna talk about it, it's fine but if you wanna talk, remember that I'm here." I nodded to her. I came to the waiting room because I couldn't sit in my place hearing people talking about stuff like that. I know Jenny is trying to be friendly but I couldn't take it. I left Starbucks and ordered iced black tea and drank it. I ordered another ice tea and drank it. I got a headache. I ordered another iced tea and started drinking it. At the halfway point, I experienced a severe headache.

"I told you to have a taste of and not to drink it all ,you have disobeyed me again and for that I am going to have your punishment . I didn't reply to him ,I just kept my head down . I knew that what I did was but I couldn't help it,I wanted to . The stung that ran to my chest made me stop thinking straight . It felt like a part of my concentration was being sliced off . A moan tore out of my mouth as I held onto my throat desperately . I had never had this pain in my life before and I knew it was from that drink . The tea was poisoned .