Chapter 36

The more he said about my solidarity, the more diseased I started to feel. His final words resembled a punch to my stomach, and I started to upchuck in horrendous, excruciating fits.

"It's OK, Shirley ," I heard, as a hand scoured my back. I needed to take off from them, from her, yet I was unable to move away, because of the hurling of my stomach and the mind-boggling aggravation. I figured out how to settle down following a couple of moments, yet at the same time felt extremely lightheaded.

The hand on my back sent a flood of disdain through me. She was attempting to comfort me, yet I didn't need her solace. I despised them, every one of them, particularly her. As the disdain overwhelmed what was working of my cerebrum, I felt a new rush of sickness and begun hurling once more.

"Have you at any point seen a response like this? At the end of the day, the sickness is typical, yet this sort of hurling isn't," I heard her say.

"No, I can't say that I have. We've seen the sickness in som
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