Chapter 28
Waking quickly, Bridgett barely managed to make it her chamber pot before being sick, her stomach emptying itself painfully. When she was done, she sat on the floor and wiped the spittle from her chin. This was the fourth morning she had been woken like this in two weeks. Something was wrong. At first she'd though it was just a simple bit of the flux, but now she wasn't so sure. Scared, she hurriedly dressed and went in search of Moira, the only person she could think of to whom she could tell the horrible news. “Bridgett, what is wrong?” Moira asked, seeing the frightened look on her face. “Moira,” she confided, fear radiating from her body. “I think I might be very ill.” “Why do you think that?” Moira asked, concern growing. "What has happened?" “I have been getting sick in the mo
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