A loud crash. Cold water splattered over Misa’s uniform. Black spots danced in her vision, and an intense wave of painful nausea threatened to release the contents of her stomach.
“Mikim, are you okay?” Raki’s hand brushed over her back. It took a moment for Misa to find her bearings. Her head pounded, throbbing like it would explode at any second. Her eyes finally focused on the overturned bucket in front of her, dispelling the spots that had clouded over them.
Cold, hard wood pressed into her palm as Misa attempted to get up, but her wobbly knees sent her crashing back to the ground. What was happening to her? She had been mopping the floor one moment, then kneeling on the ground the next.
A wild tingle erupted in her gut, cluing her in on what was happening. It was th
