Lying on the bed, Wendy felt the pain was getting more acute in her stomach. She flopped herself over to curl her body into a ball.
It's too painful.
The bell suddenly rang.
Wendy turned her head to look at it.
Who could it be at such a late time?
At first, she tried to ignore it, but soon her phone rang again.
It was Henson again.
"Hello." She picked it up.
"Open the door."
"You are outside?"
"Yes. Or who else do you think to know your present address? Hurry up to open the door."
She got up by feet and hands. Then she went to the door and opened it for him.
Henson then saw her pale and tired face. He could not help but frown at this.
"What happened? Are you sick? Why do you look so bad? "
"I may have had something wrong. I have been vomiting and diarrhea for hours. And I am
