It has been two months. Two long months since that night happened.
He was scarce around the house and the few times I had seen him, nothing was said between us. I avoided him as much as I could but when I couldn’t, I just had to bear his presence and sit around.
Aleks didn’t leave and I was happy about it. He kept me company when he wasn’t working.
My stomach coiled and I could feel my meal coming out. I ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet bowl.
“Are you still throwing up?” Aleks asked as he lifted my hair on my head. I couldn’t answer, I continued throwing up.
“I’ll call Dimitrov to check you” I stopped him.
“I’m fine”
“You’re not. You’ve been throwing up since and you’re having a fever”
I rinsed my mouth.
“It’s just the weather. I’ll be okay in no time”
He helped m
