Chapter 39: Teeth (4)
Getting extra rest did no good. Everly’s hallucinations hadn’t lessened—they were intensifying.
While brushing her teeth, she opened her mouth and immediately saw her upper palate filled with teeth. Round molars were packed densely, extending deep into her mouth like bricks, covering her entire upper jaw and stretching inward toward the depths of her throat.
Everly knew it was a hallucination. She closed her eyes, waited a moment, and reopened them, trying to suppress it that way—but this time the vision lasted longer and felt more real than ever. When she looked in the mirror again, the strange teeth were still there.
She reached a hand into her throat, touching her upper palate, hoping that the sense of touch would convince her it was all an illusion—that these teeth didn’t exist.
But the next second, her fingertips brushed something warm, smooth, and hard. As she traced over the molars, she could even feel the uneven surfaces of the teeth rubbing against her skin, a gritty resistance she couldn’t ignore.
They… really… don’t exist?
And how far down did these teeth extend… into the esophagus, the stomach, or the intestines?
A sudden, overwhelming wave of nausea hit her. Everly could no longer hold back and grabbed the sink, vomiting violently.
She hadn’t eaten breakfast; her appetite had been poor the night before, and she had eaten very little. After a long bout of vomiting, only a yellowish, transparent sour liquid came up.