~Layla~
I was sitting on the bathroom floor, heaving over the toilet seat. Everything I had eaten yesterday had been coming up for the past few hours, and by now, it was just stomach acid left.
Something’s wrong
“You’ll feel better” Clara said and lowered her head.
I grabbed the toilet roll that had fallen on the floor next to me and ripped a long piece. My hand was shaking as I brought it up to wipe my mouth, and my stomach was finally starting to calm down. I rolled over on the cold floor tiles and leaned back against the ceramic seat.
No, something’s wrong. I need to see a doctor
“No, you’re fine; you just need some rest” There was something in her voice; it wasn’t worry or fear, but something was causing her tone to change.
Clara’s insistence on my health wa
