#Chapter219
Despite the heaving of my body trying to expel what’s in my stomach, nothing comes up except pain and saliva through tears and desperate choking. I continue to wretch over and over, but again there’s nothing there because I haven’t eaten in hours to even bring anything up. I was so overly anxious all night I couldn’t think about food.
I slump down when it subsides, clutching my ribs, sliding down the unit into a heap on the floor, fatigue gripping me suddenly. My body’s giving up on me and I roll down into the foetal position as I try to gasp for air as all my thoughts come cascading in on me at once—The realisation that this isn’t a dream.
I can feel the atmosphere in the building around me, almost as if it were trembling in movement. The chaos of a kingdom trying to find it’s king and tearing apart, crumbling to dust… or maybe that’s just me. Maybe it’s me that’s falling apart.
