Aria's POV
“Are you sure you can get on the flight like that?” Marco asked from outside the bathroom.
I was hunched over the toilet, puking out what I had for breakfast, and our flight was to leave in an hour.
“Mhm— I—” I cut myself off by throwing up again.
“I can't have you sick next to me on the plane. You're staying home. And I'm calling the doctor—”
“No! No— don't call the doctor—” I interrupted, only to gag again.
“I don’t think that’s negotiable, Aria. You're really sick. Drugs will help. Enzo will be around in case of anything. Just, um… get well.” he said, and after a couple of seconds I heard the door to my room close shut.
I sat down on the cold bathroom tiles, leaning against the bathtub in the middle of the room.
The doctor wasn't able to predict anything last time, bu
