After finally calming my heart and stopping myself from rolling all over the bed, I decided to eat the leftovers I had brought earlier because honestly, I hadn't eaten much before I got all flustered in front of Lando.
"This is truly heaven," I muttered as I bit into my third slice of pizza, feeling so blessed that I could finally taste something full of flavor instead of the bland meals from the hospital.
However, just as I was about to swallow it, my stomach suddenly rumbled, and I felt something rushing up my throat. "… Wait."
I froze, pressing a hand over my mouth. The nausea came out of nowhere, hitting me so hard that I barely had time to set down the slice before rushing toward the bathroom.
I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and threw up everything I had just eaten.
How could this be happening?! I hadn't eaten that much and I wasn't even close to full!
I swear, I didn't overeat today.
