I'm feeling absolutely terrible.
Being unwell is the worst.
I can't even pinpoint what's wrong, but it seems like I've caught some kind of flu. I've got a pounding headache, a scratchy throat, a stuffy nose, a fever, and my stomach is in knots. I've already been sick three times this morning.
Martha has been popping in and out of my room all day. The dear didn't take a day off just to look after me.
She brought me some chicken soup, but that didn't stay down. Green tea? Same story. Even water is a struggle. It feels like my stomach has been tossed around in a washing machine and then left out to dry.
There's a knock at the door, and Martha peeks in, saying, "Sweetheart, someone is here to see you."
I groan in response and bury my face deeper into the pillow.
My hair is a mess, resem
