Beatrix opened her eyes with a gasp.
She could barely move or steady her rapidly beating heart. She felt very shaky and, for some reason; she wanted to vomit.
The urgency of the latter part and her diving out of the mattress and into the familiar bathroom. Beatrix dropped the subject of her interest first as she catered to the vomiting part.
She didn't really let anything out and the feeling of wanting to puke her guts out had subsided the moment she stepped towards the bathroom sink.
Confused, Beatrix caught her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was back to its normal hue. She didn't have any marks on her or any sign she had while inside the game.
"Am I dead?" she voiced out, her tone surprising her. But then she shook her head, answering her own query.
"I'm not dead," she concluded. And it was with certainty, too. Yet, she could feel that something was wrong.
There was definitely something going on.
