"Sixteen hours, Lacey?" We are sitting on my bathroom floor. I had spent the last couple of hours after waking up throwing up.
Lacey sat with me and held back my hair as I threw up every little thing Nissa tried to feed me. Then, finally, my father retired to his study, no doubt upset his darling daughter didn't do what he wanted.
"You need to let the pack doctor look at you," Lacey fumbled with her shirt avoiding my eyes. I guess I let her down too.
"No. What I need is a shower," I pulled myself up using the sink to brace myself and walked to my room to grab some clean clothes.
"Lilly," She began, but I wasn't going to hear any more of their complaints.
"Not now, Lacey. Just go so I can shower, please,"
She hesitated briefly but turned around and walked out the door.
I staye
