Everleigh's POV.
Felix sat next to me on the bed with a damp cloth on his hand, placed on my head. "I thought the doctor said you've recovered. I don't understand why you had to throw up everything you ate.
"I have recovered," I answered, shutting my eyes. The room spun like a merry go round and the bed felt like a moving vehicle.
I tried my best to stay calm. "I'll be fine, I promise. I just need to rest."
"I'm worried. You fell on your way to the bathroom. I suppose it's because you were dizzy.
We need to know what is causing you weakness. Secondly, that is your favorite meal in the world, yet you threw it all up. I think we should go to a hospital. Maybe a different one, this time."
"The food was nice, just that it was not spicy enough."
"And the collapsing?"
"Leave me alon
