CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

- HAZEL -

If I didn't know any better, I would've said I saw Carol's eyes gleam with disturbing delight. Like she was satisfied by my pain. I want to say something but the sting worsens.

I stifle a groan, trying to make the pain not so obvious.

"How many bottles did you take?"

"I don't know, three?" I croak, making a face. It feels like my intestines are twisting inside out while making painful knots in my belly. My whole inside feels like it's ripping apart into pieces and the pain is becoming indescribable. I gasp.

Why is this happening to me? Low, heavy pants leave my mouth and I fall my body forward, darting my head away from Carol.

"You had too much." She finally says. Like I was supposed to know that?! "Here, let me help." Carol holds her hand out to me.

I feel like I'm dying and she's holding her hand out? Call a freaking medic if you want to fucking help me! I want to smack her hand away but I try to stay calm.