67 I'm sick.

Mera.

I'm sick.

It's the sixth day since Garyson left.

I'm curled up in a blanket, my sweat-soaked body feeling unbearable.

I feel a wave of dizziness coming over me, my eyes are blurry, and my throat feels like it's being cut with razor blades.

What could be worse than that? What's worse is that today is the day of the test.

I wanted to close my eyes and just stay asleep. But I couldn't. I had to get up and take the test.

I sat myself up with my arms propped up as if the whole world was spinning.

My body became incredibly heavy and every step was a struggle for me. I had to lean on walls or furniture to support myself.

How I wished my master would stay with me so I wouldn't feel so bad.

When would he come back? Had he forgotten me already? Has he fallen in love with someone else?

I started dreaming of bad possibilities again.

I fought back the dizziness and poured myself a glass of water. The silky water slid down my throat and eased my pain to a great extent.

I looked through the mi