NATASHA.
"Aiden!" I squealed, pushing away from Mav's hold and rushing towards him. Erin was already jumping around, ears perked in excitement the moment we heard his voice.
I stopped by the bed, breathing heavily as I wiped my tears and sniffed. He looked...alive. Healthy. In fact, he doesn't look like he had been the sick one just moments ago. The one groaning. The breathless man that had sent my heart in shambles completely and in an instant, I had become a crying mess.
For two days straight, Aiden had been throwing up the black substance, mostly four times a day. And each time he does, he crashes with a terrible fever that scares me so much that I wish I could take away the pain. Today, after he had thrown up five hours ago, his fever had been worse than the last five days. I had wa
