You try to stand, but the waves of sickness knock you back into your pillow. Your eyelids are pressing down into your face like lead weights, and the haze of sleep threatens to send you sliding back into unconsciousness.
Your skull feels like it’s slowly cracking. You crawl gently out of bed, easing yourself downward, and slowly achieve a standing position.
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