Promise?

Stella was confused, and immediately turned to stare at the mirror. It wouldn't stop, it wouldn't cease. Was something wrong with her? Was she sick? But that couldn't be possible. This sort of thing had never happened to her before and the most she'd ever felt was cold. 

She may be a recessive omega, but she wasn't that weak to fall sick like that. Maybe it was just tiredness—she wouldn't say she hadn't been feeling lots of it from overthinking and whatever had to be piled on top of them. 

A dot breath fled her nose and she grabbed a tissue, wiping it off, before washing her face again. However, when she stood up, it kept falling which led her to frown deeply. She had no choice but to stuff her nose with tissues and walked out of the bathroom.