Almost as soon as the sickening feel of nausea began, she was expelling dark, viscous gunk out of her mouth. Coating the already stained rug under her desk, she feared that she would never be able to make it stop. Retching sounds from her Co-Head proved that she wasn't alone in whatever unexplained phenomena was happening within her body. Maybe it should've made her feel more comforted knowing she wasn't alone, but it didn't.