Brandy’s POV
‘My God, Brandy are you OK?’ Rory’s worried voice hits me as I grip the edge of the worktop in the small kitchen area where I’m making myself a coffee. The smell of the hot drink just hit me, and my stomach rolled in rejection, I fight against the urge to vomit, oh God.
I nod, closing my eyes, my fingers pushing my mug as far away from me as I can, as the feeling slowly starts to subside a little.
‘I think I have a bug’ I mumble, ‘I’ve not felt good for a few days now.’
‘Oh, you poor thing, you should go home’ Rory replies as I feel her hand on my back, the other on my arm as she slowly turns me and guides me to a seat by the small table.
I lower myself blindly into the chair, crouching forward as I suck in slow, deep breaths until cold glass nudges my hand.
‘Sip this’ R
