A wave of nausea suddenly seized me and I had to gag.
"Are you ill?"
I nodded.
"Wait! Hold on! I'll be only a minute!"
She jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. A little later, she returned with a large bowl and towels. She sat down next to me and stroked my forehead with concern. I tasted bitter bile and gagged again.
"Don’t fight it!" Miriam said softly. She put the bowl under my head. "Here. Let it out! After that you’ll feel better!"
I groaned. I wanted to stop it, but it was too late. I vomited into the bowl and I felt like I was dying. I had never been ill. I felt weak and that annoyed me. I couldn’t be weak now! I had to take care of Miriam and not the other way around! Damn it. I gagged and again came a gush of bitter stomach contents out of me.
"I'm here, baby! It's O
