Theia
Leah didn’t leave me alone for the next couple of days. I couldn’t really do much, anyway. That last seizure had hit me hard, and I was still feeling drained from it. I noticed that I didn’t have the usual urge to write it down. It was like telling Dominic was enough. But I spent most of the time in bed or on the sofa, with a bucket beside me, as I couldn’t stop being sick.
“Maybe you have a stomach bug,” Leah suggested after bringing the bucket back to me. The woman was a saint, with her cleaning up after me, and getting me food and keeping me company.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said as she sat back on the sofa and started the random movie.
“You know you don’t have to hang around with me,” I said. “I’m sure you have plenty of friends and plenty of more fun stuff to do than to look after
