Even Leonard admitting his mistake didn't put me in a better mood.
I raised my head, about to continue scolding him when my head suddenly spun violently.
Something burned in my throat. I leaned over the side of the bed and vomited my guts out.
I had barely eaten anything on this night, but I'd had some juice. As I vomited the juice out, it splattered onto Leonard's shoes.
He reached out to pat me on the back. "Honestly, what are you thinking, Queena?"
Perhaps it was an illusion, but I suddenly felt like he sounded a lot more gentle.
I emptied the contents of my stomach and wiped my mouth with a tissue.
Leonard got me a bottle of water so I could gargle, then cleaned up the mess on the floor with my hospital gown.
It was soon soaked through. He threw it aside and used my gown to wip
