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in my direction. I nodded back, genuinely happy for them both. But as I turned away, a familiar discomfort bloomed in my stomach. It started as a dull ache, quickly escalating into a churning sensation that made me grip the edges of my seat. I swallowed hard, willing the nausea to subside. This wasn't the first time. For the past two weeks, these waves had become constant. I'd wake up feeling fine, only to be replaced by sudden nausea that left me dizzy and weak-kneed.

Samantha asked. "I don't think that's it. I don't feel like throwing up, and it's not like my stomach is digesting anything now." Samantha nodded at the details given. "Okay... You said you 'feel' it. You feel that right now? That strange feeling you spoke of." "Not right now. It's just... How to say this...? I more or less barely feel it. It's kind of hard to actually... really get that feeling? I'm sorry, I don't know how to explain it."

It was as if the world around me had shifted ever so slightly, sending ripples of confusion through my senses. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the rising tide of apprehension within me. But as I exhaled, a slight twinge of discomfort gripped my stomach, causing my brows to furrow in concern. It was a mild ache, like a distant echo, yet persistent enough to demand my attention. I instinctively placed a hand on my abdomen, hoping to alleviate the discomfort, but it lingered, refusing to subside.

My abdomen spasms and the pain that shoots through me makes me feel like I'm about to pee myself or pass out again. I do neither as my head hangs low and I stare at the white sheets in front of me. My stomach gurgles uncomfortably and I feel uneasy and groggy once more. If I wanted to throw up.... That will be fucking painful, so I take a bit of time to adjust and allow the nausea to pass.

What is wrong with me? “What's going on, Linnea?” Nathan asks, noticing the state of pain I am in. I feel like my stomach is bloated and full of gas. A sudden I want to scurry to the bathroom arises. “My stomach hurts so badly. I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I mumble, standing up. “Have I given you the wrong glass?” By the smirk dancing on his lips, I can tell that I have just fallen into one of his pranks.

I swallow a lump, feeling dizzy. I wanted someone who looks at me the way Stuart looks at Lucy. Suddenly, my stomach rolls. A nauseating feeling hits me low in my belly. It’s been coming in waves for days now. I thought it was stress. The deal or the late nights or the way my body refuses to sleep more than four hours at a stretch. I reach for my wine and take one sip. The crisp bite should settle things. Instead, acid climbs my throat and I press the napkin to my lips.

About something else. "I've been experiencing these dull aches in my belly and it can really get bad at times and I don't know what to do, it just won't stop. I also noticed a lot of weird stares thrown at me on my way here. I felt as if they wanted to eat me. Its making me a bit uneasy." I told her the slightly edited version of the truth rushing my last sentence. "Pain, like cramps? But that's normal Adriane, is that reason enough to put you in a state like this?" She said as if I had a screw loose.

I close the laptop and grab the bag of chips, maybe Norman’s idea of resting in, isn’t so bad after all, if this doesn’t stop soon I might have to see the doctor, truly. I go into the kitchen and return the bag of chips and walk out to my room. I drop my hand to my stomach, rubbing it gently and wondering why it twists weirdly. Have I eaten something that my stomach doesn’t agree to? Could I be suffering from food poisoning? I try to think about the various take out meals I’ve been consuming for the past week and the large intake of junk food. I exhale worriedly, as I enter my room. I wish Norman were here with me. I miss him so bad, I want his arms around me, rubbing my stomach, hopefully I

She somehow felt worried when she saw that Curtis was actually throwing up while supporting himself on the sink. Margot walked over and asked, "What's wrong?" Curtis' face was pale when he stood back up and replied, "It's nothing." Margot asked, "Why are you throwing up then if it's nothing? Did you eat something bad?" It was rather impossible. Curtis had always kept a regular diet, and he rarely drank or smoked. It was unlikely for him to eat something bad. Curtis replied, "Perhaps so." Curtis had felt something was wrong as soon as he got up early in the morning. He felt nauseous, but nothing came out.

"Well, there you have it. He will surely explain, just do as you're meant to, please." "Okay. Thanks, Mom." We talked for half an hour before I ended the call, by the time I dropped the call. Roberto and Landon were back and boy, none of them looked happy. I yelled in pain as I stood up, lately I've been feeling nauseous, dizzy, and slight pain around my lower abdomen. At first, it was just some light symptoms, but lately, it seemed to be getting worse. I tried to hide it and control it but I guess after the chat with Roberto, I may visit the doctor.