Cato trembled on the cot, breath hitching as a wave of nausea hit him hard. His vision blurred, but he spotted the kind nurse through the haze “P-please…” he croaked, clutching his stomach “I feel sick… I think I’m going to throw up… it burns so bad, and my insides feel like their on fire… I can’t breathe…” Blood touched his lips as he looked at her, voice shaking
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