Everly got sick after Michael left; the instant he closed the door shut, she ran to the bathroom to barf everything she had enjoyed during breakfast. With everything smelling off after that,she didn't even try eating again. Instead, spent the whole day in bed. Feeling exhausted, even though she hadn't really engaged in any tiresome activities in the past few days. She must be coming down with flue, she decided.
When Michael got back from work,he found her lying under a heap of blankets in bed.
"I know it's cold,since it's winter and everything. But isn't it warmer indoors?" Michael studied the layers of blankets that she was buried under.
"I'm not feeling good," she groaned sitting up. "I thought it was still midday or something, the day kind of flew by."
"It's just 4 in the afternoon
