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Celia drifted between deep sleep and fretful dreams. Between tearful despair and stoic resignation. Wisps of different memories streaked through her mind, all blurring together.

She pushed herself up to a sitting position on the bed. How long had she been napping?

How was it possible she felt even more tired than when she'd laid down?

That wasn't all she was feeling, unfortunately.

Her belly twisted painfully and a wave of fierce nausea suddenly hit.

Celia pressed the back of her hand to her lips, waiting for the horrible sensation to fade. But it wouldn't. It just kept building.

She climbed off the bed on unsteady legs, the urge to retch growing stronger and stronger.

Uh oh. She wasn't going to make it down the corridor to the nearest privy.

The only other option she had was the chamber pot that had been placed in a corner of her dressing room floor.

She ran and nearly didn't make it.