I felt like my head was about to explode. Unconsciously, I clasped my hands over my head and let out a few muffled groans.
Beads of sweat kept appearing on my forehead.
"Javier, what's wrong with you?"
Clara ran towards me but stopped after a few steps, looking suspicious, and asked, "Are you faking it? I remember you only had a slight cold."
I lifted my head and asked, "Do I look like I'm faking it?"
People nearby exclaimed in surprise.
"My goodness! Why is his face so pale? It's like all the blood has been drained out."
"With such a pained expression and his nails digging into his flesh, it doesn't look like he's faking it."
