Persephone's POV.
"Here" Damien hands me a glass of water, sitting down beside me on the bed. After the first puking episode, I've had several others and now, I feel like a walking jelly bag. It is safe to say that there is nothing else in my system and all that is left is pure liquid.
I gulp down the water slowly, shutting my eyes in pain as the water forces its way down my sore throat. Lowering the glass from my lips, I use my other hand to yank the blanket Damien draped over me from over my legs. My body is covered in a thin layer of sweat already from the vomitting and it was beginning to feel like hell beneath the duvet.
"You're running a fever, babe" Damien protests when I walk to the window blinds and pull them apart. The sun is beginning to rise, the little illumination seepi
