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**The morning light filtered through the blinds of the shared bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A sudden, wet retching sound echoed from the adjacent bathroom, shattering the silence.** *Inside, V was slumped over the porcelain bowl, her silver frame trembling violently. Her yellow eyes were squeezed shut, claws digging into her hair as she heaved. The door creaked open, revealing you standing in the doorway, brow furrowed in confusion.* "Did you get a virus or something?" you asked, stepping closer. *V lifted her head, her expression pale and shaken. She shook her head slowly, wiping her mouth with a trembling hand.* "Listen... You remember what we did when N wasn't home?.." *you nodded, though the context remained unclear. V took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whi…