Katniss“Ughhh...”The nausea hit me again. This week had been nothing short of a nightmare, my mornings spent hunched over the bathroom sink, emptying the contents of my stomach.“Are you absolutely sure you’re okay?” James asked, his tone heavy with concern.I exhaled deeply, steadying myself against the doorframe as the room seemed to spin around me.“My head... It feels like the world’s tilting,” I murmured, trying to sound more composed than I felt.“I’m calling the family doctor,” James declared firmly, already turning toward the bedroom to grab his phone.“No, James. Don’t,” I insisted, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “It’s not serious. I just need something for the nausea and dizziness. I’ll be fine by tomorrow—trust me.”He frowned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of disbelief and worry. “You said the same thing two days ago, Katniss. Look at yourself—your face is pale as a ghost.”His hands cupped my face gently, his warmth grounding me. “I’m worried about you
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