As Emma scanned the room, faces from her past intertwined with the present, stirring a rush of emotions.
"Emma, are you alright?" Nina's voice broke through the haze of memories.
Emma forced a smile, her voice strained. "I'll be fine, Nina. It's just… unexpected to see everyone here."
Bright noticed her discomfort and gently squeezed her hand. "Are you alright?" he whispered.
"Bright, I don't think I can, but I'm alright." Emma said weakly, her fingers trembling as she clutched onto Bright's arm for support.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and neck, her complexion growing paler by the moment.
Concern etched across his face, Bright steadied Emma with a gentle touch. "Are you sure you're alright, Emma?"
Emma nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel suddenly nauseous."
