***THE NEXT MORNING***
Ava didn’t know why that day, but her back and legs hurt her like crazy, she’d gone round distributing food to the refugees, and she didn’t feel as fit as she used to. She didn’t know why but she always had this urge to throw up, was it the water she drank last night? Did she even go out to drink any water last night? Now she couldn’t tell the difference between her dream and reality… why was she feeling this way? What’s wrong with her? Ugh… she couldn’t do this anymore. She turned to the guard who followed behind her.
“Uhm… Devan, thank you for helping me out today, I’ll leave the rest of the work to the other guards, I’m not feeling so well today.”
Devan showed a look of concern, “Oh, sorry about that milady, is there any problem? Anything I can help you with?”
