JEENA’S P.O.V
“Jeena?” I heard Dane call out, worry clear in his voice. However I could not respond, afraid that if I open my mouth my tummy will empty itself once again as I weakly kneeled by the toilet seat, ready for the next wave as my tummy felt like a sea storm is taking place inside. The next wave took place, the same moment that Dane rushed in once again to help me. “Okay babe… that’s it! We are going to the doctor” Dane said he carried my helpless body back to bed. “I’ll get changed and then we will go” he said. “Dane” I called out weakly. “Jeena no excuses please. You are really sick and I’m worried about you. Please let’s go” he said sternly. “Dane it 1 am” I said using the last of my energy. “You are right, no doctor will be opened at this hour. We will wait till tomorrow” he
