#Chapter 279: Devil’s Breath

Hannah “Hannah… Hannah, wake up…” As if trudging my entire body through a layer of mud, I slowly returned to consciousness. And the first thing I became aware of as I returned to that consciousness was the overwhelming urge to vomit, quickly followed by the sensation of a headache that was pounding hard enough that it felt as if each throb might finally crack my skull from the inside. Then, I cracked one eye open and immediately groaned and shut it again as the light from a nearby lamp blinded me with the force of a thousand suns. “Oh, thank goodness. She’s awake. Hannah, are you alright?” Viona fanned my face gently with a magazine. “You’re gonna be fine…” “Ugh… I’m gonna…” I felt hot bile rise in my throat, the urge to vomit no longer avoidable. Sensing this, my friend quickly turned me so I was on my side and rubbed my back while I retched into a small trash can. When I was finally finished emptying the contents of my stomach, Viona paled and hand