Chapter 109

Nausea rises quickly, and spins my head before I can grasp control. It is as unexpected as the last time I fainted and fueled by the instant carnage of his words.

“Whoa, Emma.” He grabs my arms as I crumble, and he rights me against him, the familiar feel of his body and touch acting like an anchor for my spiraling mind, stopping me from entirely blanking out.

“Sit,” he barks and quickly moves me around the arm and onto the couch, drawing me in beside him. I grasp my face and sink my head between my knees, pushing the tilting sensation away, trying to stop the overwhelming urge to throw up.

“That doctor was fucking useless,” he hisses, rubbing my back.

“I’m fine,” I lie, “And stop swearing.” I can’t lift my head just yet, or I may actually die. I think I’m losing the ability to see. Everything is swimming; heat has washed up from my toes in a sickening wave. My body is tingling, and not in a good way.

“You’re not fine, Emma. You’re getting seen by someo