The sound of someone retching woke Theodore from his good sleep, making him rise from the bed and noticing that he was alone on it. Seeing Amelia by the window, throwing up had him getting out of the bed and going to the woman.
“What’s wrong?”
She wasn’t able to answer since she has to vomit again. The sun is already up and he cannot believe he had slept that long. His eyes looked back at the bed and saw the path from it to the window, where they are currently at, has drops of something liquid—making him think that Amelia wasn’t able to control herself from vomiting and did not even reach the bathroom, settling for the window.
He shivered when the cold wind pass. Even when naked, Amelia did not seem so cold since she is enduring other pain.
“Is it because of the meal we ate last nigh
