Nathan
I was deep in slumber, right in the middle of a dream, when the sound of Olivia's distressed voice shattered the peacefulness of the night.
“Nathan!” she cried, pounding on the door frantically. “Please, I need your help. Something’s not right.”
Her cries for help jolted me awake, and without a second thought, I leaped out of bed and rushed to the door.
Panic filled my chest as I opened it to find Olivia standing there, tears streaming down her face. She looked pale and weak, and was shaking and wavering as she stood in front of me.
"Olivia, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.
She could barely catch her breath as she explained through sobs, "Nathan, it hurts so much and I can’t stop throwing up. Something's wrong. We need to go to the hospit
