Raven's thoughts were in disarray.
For that past month, he had been seeing things.
"Ukh…!"
Things he couldn't explain.
"....I feel sick."
He was dying.
Spurt!
But then he wasn't.
He was clearly alive.
"I feel sick."
But he kept seeing the scenarios. They were so real, as if he had experienced them for himself.
"I feel sick."
"Raven, where are you going?"
Reina called out to him, but it all went to deaf ears. Raven groggily walked towards the bathroom and turned the faucet on.
"I feel sick."
It flashed in his mind.
Him, dying.
Over, and over and over over and—
"Ueeekh!"
His stomach twisted in knots, his head spinning as he puked profusely.
They felt so real, so much so that Raven could solemnly swear he felt the pain for himself.
"Ueeeekh!"
Things didn't make any sense at all. It was as if he was taken back to the past.
