ELLA
The week went by without further incident. Damien texted me every morning, and every night. It was sweet, the fact that he felt the need to check on me. It also increased the pain in my chest, but I was dealing either that. On Monday morning, I was woken up by a pain in my stomach. Jumping out of bed, and waking Megan, I streaked to the bathroom just in time to hurl my dinner into the toilet.
"Oh f**k dude." Megan held my hair while I emptied my stomach. I was freezing cold, but I was sweating. She ran to the cabin, grabbing the gravol. An hour later though, I was back over the toilet. It continued well into the morning.
"Oh... my stomach hurts." Megan gasped. She was sitting on the end of the couch, me lying across it. She bolted up, running to kitchen sink. Hearing her vomit tu
