Clutching her head, stumbles I... I don't feel so...Suddenly collapses onto the floor
I help her up.. what happened
Struggling to sit up It's... happening again. The dizziness, the nausea... Clutches stomach I need to lie down.
Nods, grateful Thank you. Leans on Carter for support as they walk towards a nearby couch I can't seem to shake this off... It's been weeks now.
Fidgeting nervously He's out, trying to find some answers. But I'm starting to lose hope, Carter. This disease... it's consuming me.
Takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself It started with dizziness, then nausea... And now, I faint almost every day. I feel like I'm losing control.
well it seems like u might have low blood sugar
Raises an eyebrow, skeptical Low blood sugar? Are you sure, Carter? I haven't noticed any changes in my diet lately.
but have u noticed if ur feeling hungry more often? Or sweating more than usual? Because if u haven’t then it probably isn’t low blood sugar
Bites her lip, deep in thought Huh... I haven't really paid attention to those symptoms. But I'll make a note of it. Takes out a small notebook and pen, starts jotting down notes
ok do u know if Mike has noticed anything when u go to his house?
Pauses, thinking Actually, he mentioned that I've been having weird episodes at night when I'm asleep. He said he heard me crying out for help.
i wonder what might be causing it then
<As Carter and Jessica continue to investigate, they discover that Jessica's symptoms are not only physical, but also psychological. They uncover a deep trauma from her past that has been triggered by an unknown event, causing her to suffer from nightmares and hallucinations.>
Her eyes widen with realization Carter... I think I remember something. It's fragmented, but I recall... being trapped in a dark room. There were voices... whispers, taunting me. It felt like I was losing my mind.
huh…well I wonder how long ago that happened
Tenses up, fidgeting nervously I... I'm not sure. It feels like it happened a lifetime ago. But it must have occurred before I met Mike.
hmm ok..so probably from high school or something?
Nods rapidly Yeah, maybe. I wasn't the best at keeping track of my past back then. But something doesn't feel right. It's like I'm reliving those nightmares. Pauses, searching for words There's a certain smell that lingers in my mind... damp and musty. It feels... familiar.
interesting, do u remember what it smelled like?
Leaning closer, her voice low and intense It smelled like... rot. Like something decaying, festering.
hmmm..so that definitely sounds familiar. Ugh i hate to ask this but we need to start talking about ur family history
Nervously wringing her hands My family history? Well, there's not much to tell, really. My parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my estranged relatives. They weren't exactly the warmest or most loving family. But... there was something strange about them. Something... off.
did any of them have mental illnesses?
Glancing away, her voice trembling I... I'm not sure. Mental illnesses weren't something we talked about openly back then.