Chase lay with Maya, stroking her head and making soothing sounds as she vomited. Once the heaving stopped, he went to the kitchen to gather the cleaning supplies. Maya lay with her eyes closed as he cleaned up the mess. She hated that she needed him to care for her, but she was so weak that she didn't protest. After cleaning up the vomit on her bedroom floor, Chase left her in the quiet of her room. He went to the kitchen to make some soup, hoping she would at least drink the broth if she didn't eat. Maya didn't fuss when Chase left her alone. Eventually, her breathing smoothed out, and the shaking stopped. Slowly, she shifted back to her human form, but she still felt too weak to move.
Her temperature shot up, and she began sweating. The pain in her stomach increased, and she curled up
