Chapter 84
I bend double, stomach twisting itself inside out, and dry wretch as my body tries to vomit out the contents of my early breakfast. A washing machine motion makes me spasm as I gag once or twice. Sweating profusely, limbs shaking with exertion, and heart working so hard, I think I’m having a heart attack, and it’s about to explode through my chest. I can feel my pulse inside my ears and in my throat while I use my hands on my knees to brace my body and gasp for breath to fill my laboring lungs. I feel like I’m on the verge of dying.
“Here, drink some water, and it’ll pass. Take a breather.” Colton holds out a cold bottle towards me, foggy with condensation and straight from the ice bucket, at eye level, and I can’t even muster up the ability to reach out and take it. I cough up phlegm, my throat burning painfully, and exhale wheezily in some sort of response. I can’t believe how unfit I am.
“It’ll get easier; you’re just at the start of building stamina.” He carries on, placing the bot

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