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Arrick hands me water and helps me sit up on the bed to take a drink before laying me back down. I m sorry I say for the hundredth time since he picked me up and carried me back to bed and tucked me in. He s spent the last two minutes sweeping off petals and pushing stuff off the bedside to lay a bowl from my bathroom for me and feels my head with the back of his hand. " For throwing up? Don t be & It s not your fault you re sick. He seems a little odd as he says it and I catch a flicker run across his face. My stomach drops that after all the effort he made in here, I destroyed it all. He s disappointed, I know he is. " I am. I m devastated. What is it? Are you upset because I ruined our wedding night? I catch his arm and pull him back to me needily as he lays my glass