Chapter 89 Raphael's Past

• There had been no warning symptoms, nothing to suggest that anything was wrong. But suddenly, here I was, seeing myself hunched over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably.
• Once I had emptied what little was in my stomach, I flushed the toilet, rinsed my mouth, and splashed cold water on my face. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, bracing myself against the sink. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me in confusion.
• Pressing the back of my hand to my neck, I frowned. My skin was burning.