Naomi
I leaned over the toilet bowl again, nausea churning in my gut. Gavril hadn’t been gone long, and I had wanted to lounge in bed until he came back. But the impending need to puke up my guts had gotten me out of bed in a hurry.
But nothing would come, and it was highly annoying.
Sliding back on the floor, I pressed my hand to my forehead, searching for a fever of some kind that would explain my nausea. Maybe it was the stomach virus. After all, I had done nothing but eat since we had come back from Russia.
Maybe I’d picked up something in Russia? I’d heard that it was possible, even with the finest foods. The body just needed time to adjust.
I rubbed a hand over my face. I didn’t feel odd other than the nausea, and nothing on my body was falling off, so I didn’t think it was some
