The night was still, the air thick with tension, but Ever felt like she was suffocating under the weight of her emotions.
Her stomach twisted violently, and she barely had time to register the nausea before she scrambled out of bed.
She didn't make it to the sink in time.
Collapsing to her knees, she heaved into the toilet, her body convulsing from the force. Tears blurred her vision as she gagged, the acid burning her throat, her hands gripping the edges of the porcelain bowl like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Then she felt him.
His presence.
Before she even saw him, she knew.
"Ever?"
His voice was rough, edged with panic.
She didn't have the strength to respond. Another wave hit her, and she groaned, her body trembling as she continued vomiting.
Then suddenly, large, warm hands were on her.
