Briar POV
I'm just surfacing from sleep when the smell of coffee wafts past my nose. My stomach immediately protests, and I jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. I barely make it in time to empty the contents of my stomach in the toilet. I hear footsteps rushing from behind me and warm hands pulling my hair away from my face. "It's alright sweetheart. I'm here" my mom coos at me. Once I've finished, she hands me a warm washcloth to wipe my mouth. "Thank you, mom." I head to the sink and grab my toothbrush, hoping to rid my mouth of the foul taste. I turn around, and my mother is staring at me, but she looks a million miles away. "Mom are you alright?" "Briar, is that the first time you've thrown up?" "No, I have been nauseated off and on for the last few days. I'm sure it's just stres
