"Evangeline!!!"
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amon screamed in panic as I ran to the toilet let the content of last night's dinner go to waist. It had been a week since it started.
I felt tried, hungry and just plain shitty. I really should go to the doctor but no way in hell. I've been there to many times and no way was I Evangeline going to see that bastard who saved my life. Okay I'm a hypocrite but hospitals make me sick.
My hair was pulled back. Damon rubbed my back soothingly. I groaned and with the help of Damon I got up to wash my mouth.
"You are going to the pack doctor now." Damon demanded.
"Honey I'm fine." I cooed.
"No you are definitely not. You've been sick for a while." He shook his head.
"Damon I'm absolutely fine, see." I disagree three sixty to show him I was fine.
"I'm just tired and hunge
