Chapter 237

The metallic taste in my mouth grew stronger, and a wave of nausea churned in my stomach, rising to my throat. I barely made it to the sink in the restroom before collapsing over it, heaving violently. The meal I had eaten earlier came back up, mixed with blood. The sensation was unbearable. By the time I finished, there was nothing left to expel. I gripped the edge of the sink, struggling to catch my breath. When I finally felt somewhat steadier, I raised my head and caught sight of myself in the mirror. Pale, tear-streaked, and haggard—I looked like a ghost. I was a disaster. If not for me, none of this misfortune would have happened to the people around me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the stabbing pain in my abdomen, but it was no use. The pain only grew sharper, as if mocking my attempt to endure it. Bracing myself, I turned on the faucet and cleaned the mess in the sink. Walking back through the hallway, I noticed small blood spots on the floor. Those red droplet