Just a couple of weeks after our visit to the doctor, I started feeling sick, I walked into the dinning room, and as soon as I smelled the food, I had to run to the bathroom to throw up.
"Are you okay?" Dillan asked, and I wanted to hit him for asking such a stupid question. I was throwing up, of course I wasn't okay. I just stared at him, and somehow he took the hint. "What can I do? Do you want water or something?"
"Water," I said, at least he was trying to be helpful. I washed my face and washed my mouth as best as I could. Having Dillan hovering behind me wasn't helping much.
"Maybe we should to to see the doctor," he suggested.
"No, I'm sure it's going to pass soon. Just, I don't want any food, I'm still feeling a little nauseous."
"Why don't you go back to our room an
