I woke up feeling so dizzy and Bradley's manly scent doesn't helping at all, I feel like I'm going to throw up anytime. I immediately run to the room that I'm occupying and there I rush to the bathroom sink and throw up. This is not a good sign, I suddenly thought about my last visit. I didn't get a track and not until now I remember that I'm already delayed. We need to get back to New York for me to check and confirm my suspicions.
"Good morning!" Suddenly Bradley check on me in my room. I know I don't look okay, with my disarray hair and sweat on my forehead.
"Can we go back now? I'm not feeling well." I asked him. He instantly went to my side and touch my forehead to check if I'm having a fever.
"What do you feel?" He worriedly asked.
"Having a stomach bug, I guess." I replied.
"Ok
