My eyes flutter open and I look at Dylan staring down at me, I sigh and sit up, there
is a tray of food on my bedside table, it contains pancakes, lots of them, two
sausages, grapes, and juice.
My stomach growls upon seeing the delicious-looking food.
" Here, eat," He gives me the tray, Dylan watches me as I pick my grapes, I love
them.
Yesterday's events play in my mind but I don't remember how I got in bed, I slept
halfway here.
I jump out of bed and rush to the bedroom as the urge to throw up comes.
I bend down, face almost in the toilet, Dylan touches my hair softly
" Are you feeling unwell? you look pale, I'll call the doctor," His voice sounds worried,
I look at him flabbergasted as he bends down to check my temperature but I slap his
hands away.
" It's just morning sick
