Vanessa’s POV
As I struggled to rouse myself from the depths of fatigue, a heavy weight seemed to press down upon my eyelids, making it impossible to open them fully. My attempts to speak were met with little success, my lips feeling strangely numb and unresponsive. Panic began to bubble within me as I realized something was seriously wrong.
This wasn't just a case of feeling under the weather; it was a crippling fatigue that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being, rendering me utterly powerless. The last time I had felt this sick was during my early months in the human world, a distant memory now overshadowed by the severity of my current condition. It had been four months since then; I had forgotten how it felt.
I had been in the midst of rearranging the papers on Alpha Alexan
