Zayn's POV:
Ian had stopped glaring at the wall like sne gladiator, and was in the shower. I was still on the bed, running my hands through her hair.
Ethan was on the couch, sketching something on a book, and from the way he was focused on it, I could tell he was writing a song.
Shelby was still working on the potion, and Ethan suddenly looked up and stared right at me.
"Is she okay? I can't scent her breathing anymore. The rhythm changed too." His hand had stopped moving and I frowned.
"Scent her breathing?" I asked, and bent down to put my finger under her nose.
"It smells like vomit." He said sarcastically, and put away the sketchbook to stand to his feet.
"Her breathing's fine." I said, straightening just as he crawled onto the bed.
"I am just going to check for myself." He sli
