MONICA POV
THE NEXT DAY
I frowned on my bed, my eyes closed as discomfort twisted in my stomach. Slowly opening my eyes, I sat upright when a strong urge to puke hit me.
I rushed to the toilet then started vomited continuously, my body heaving with effort. "Monica," I heard my name from the door, but I didn't bother to look back. I had no strength left.
I placed my head over the toilet again, retching loudly. "Hey, are you okay?" Nicholas asked, his voice filled with concern as he held my hair back, preventing it from being stained.
I rose to my feet, flushed the toilet, and washed my mouth. "I'm fine," I managed to say, though I could hardly stand. As we entered the room, Nicholas closely behind me, a pounding headache suddenly hit me.
"Hey, this way," Nicholas said, guiding me to
