Olive's P.O.V.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Lucas asked from the other side of the bathroom door.
"I'm fine, go away. I don't want you to hear me puke," I said with my head hanging over the toilet.
I woke up feeling very nauseous this morning. I attribute it to the hot dog I ordered yesterday. Never order the hot dog. I know that.
"Rose, let me in. I don't care about that," Lucas begged from behind the locked door.
"No way, it's disgus-" my sentence was cut short by my vomit.
The nausea faded lightly after I had spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed, rinsing my mouth out in the sink before brushing my teeth. I opened the door to find a very worried Lucas.
"I'm fine. It's probably just that hot dog I ate."
"Lay back down. I'm taking care of you today," h
