Chapter 47 Forty Seven

• Neo POV
• The walls felt like they were closing in. I was on the cold bathroom floor, shirt clinging to my sweat-drenched skin, underwear soaked in shame, curled on my side as a fresh wave of cramps gripped my gut like a vice. My stomach roared, gurgling, twisting. Each spasm was like lightning through my core—sharp, unforgiving. I dragged myself forward, fingers trembling against the smooth tile, knuckles scraped raw from earlier attempts to haul myself up.
• And then it hit again.