The first thing Kit felt was how cold porcelain actually was.
Or was this heat?
Maybe it was pain?
She didn't know. All she knew was that feeling was unpleasant, torturous.
Sharp spasms ricocheted off the back of her throat as vomit spewed into the toilet. The convulsions weren't just actions, but now had something deeper attached to them, and she didn't like it. She wanted to be back at the lab, wanted to go to her phone to call for help, but the phone was so far away, and these feelings — aches, she guessed — made her refrain from moving more than she needed.
Kit had been told that being able to feel would open her eyes to a whole new world, but she wanted to curl back up into her previous status. She wanted to go back to CIPA Kit.
Tremors shook the building, but Kit was too lost in her tears and foreign sensations that she never noticed. She never noticed when an invisible force shattered her bathroom window above her or when the rain pelted down on her torso and into her toilet.
She didn't notice when the thunder rolled, seeming to clash against the sky itself.
She only noticed when light flooded the room around her, and she felt heat for the very first time.