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The hum of machines, the glow of screens, the logic of data, it was a rhythm she had wanted, a part of herself she had denied for too long. But under all of that excitement, a strange heaviness lingered in her body. Her limbs felt a little slower, her head a little foggy, a dull ache pulsing behind her temples. No amount of coffee or determination seemed to shake it. She rubbed her wrists and temples gently, trying to ease the discomfort.

The room spun around me as I gingerly felt the soft injury on my head. Confusion and disorientation washed over me as I tried to piece together what had happened. Gradually, my memory started to return, and I realized I had been struck on the head. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and my vision blurred. The room swayed while trying to sit up, and my back felt weak and uncooperative. The blow to my head had left me in disarray, struggling to find equilibrium. With great effort, I managed to call out for assistance, hoping that someone would come to help me.

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE | TRAGIC NATHAN I feel the room start to spin, and my vision blurs. My head is pounding, and my thoughts become disjointed. My stomach churns, and I feel a wave of nausea. I try to stand, but my legs are weak, and I stumble, gripping the table for support. My chest feels tight, and I struggle to breathe. I am dizzy, disoriented, and disconcerted. I know something is wrong, but I can't seem to figure out what.

Going home right away wasn’t an option, not when the suffocating, awkward atmosphere there would only worsen my mood. My head throbbed painfully, and I felt as though I was teetering on the edge of losing control entirely. Everything was just… too much. It was all piling up, threatening to crush me under its weight. My chest felt heavy, and my thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, frustration, and exhaustion.

For now, he had a mate to persuade. The world swam in and out of focus, a nauseating haze clinging to Eutychus' thoughts. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and a metallic tang lingered on his tongue. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back down onto the cold dirty floor.

My head was pounding, and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. I stumbled my way towards my room, my vision blurring and my head pounding with pain. My whole body felt weak, and my movements were sluggish. I struggled to keep my balance, and the walls seemed to be closing in on me. It was as if the room was spinning, and I could barely see anything clearly.

There he goes again. "Will you please shut up? Where's my clothes? I have so many things to review and sign.", I said and tried to stand up but I can't. It felt like my body is so heavy. I can't even move as fast as I can. When I tried to stand up, I feel like my sight was moving in a circular motion. "I feel dizzy.", I uttered while massaging gently the sides of head. "That's because you're stubborn." I gave him a death glare when he said that.

I took some more sips from my cup, contemplating whether or not to excuse myself and step out to call Jeffery. In that moment, I felt my head begin to feel heavy and hissed slightly, knowing it was as a result of work stress these past few days. "Don't you feel well?" Mr Andrew asked again, sounding concerned. "Just a slight headache, nothing serious." I said, gulping down more of the liquid content in my cup. "I need to use the restroom." I whispered, standing to go there. My legs suddenly felt so wobbly, and my vision began to blur. "Heyyy..." I felt Mr Andrew grab my arm in support. "Let me help you. I think you don't feel too well."

I stop in my tracks when I hear my aunt's voice. Oh, for a moment, I had forgotten that lately, I have been experiencing too many discomforts such as headaches, nausea, and a strong desire to sleep. For me, that's normal because they are symptoms of depression, but for my aunt, it's bad. She thinks those are the effects of drinking too much caffeine or not having a good diet. "Just pure chaos."

Atlas’s POV The first thing I noticed was how heavy my body felt. It was as if every muscle was weighed down with sandbags, making me feel sluggish, and my eyelids were glued shut, no matter how hard I tried to open them. A dull, nauseating headache throbbed behind my eyes, and for a moment, I just lay there, taking shallow breaths and trying to understand why everything felt so off.