Panic

Sofie's POV

"Are you sure you really don't want to eat anything?" Katie's chirpy voice rang into my head as I stared into space, various unbridled thoughts about my strange illness swirling within me.

I feigned a smile, "Yeah, I'm sure. I had a lot to eat this morning before I left the house."

"Okay then, but let me know if you want any of my chicken nuggets." She winked, putting one of the said nuggets into her mouth.

The sight coupled with the mixture of various types of food aromas in the cafeteria made me want to puke my guts out, so I stealthily placed my menthol-infused handkerchief against my nostrils, to prevent further questions from Katie.

I couldn't even eat breakfast today because the entire mansion especially the kitchen smelled like rotten eggs to me, I had no idea what was going on with me because it seemed the fever had gone but the nausea and testiness still remained.

"By the way, you look really pale and unwell, shouldn't you still be resting at home?" She asked, rai