Mark was sitting in his recording room, editing videos. Suddenly, he gets a really bad headache, almost a migraine. He groans in pain and buries his face in his hands.

"Oh, no..." Mark whispers. He stands, but stumbles slightly.

Mark chuckles and immediately throws his hands to his mouth. He shakes his head as if he was telling himself no.

He stumbles to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. He puts the lid up on the toilet and throws up. Once he's done, he looks down and sees that this wasn't regular vomit. It was like a black goo and it tasted of chemicals.

"I knew it." Mark walks over to the sink, and washes his face with some cool water. He looks in the mirror and sees that his face is covered in blood instead of water. Mark yells out in fear and falls to the ground.

Mark grabs the nearest towel and dries his face. He pulls himself to his feet and sighs. Mark hesitantly looks into the mirror but doesn't see anything. He shakes his head and rubs his face.

"God, I need sleep."