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Rue
On the day of Ama’s wedding, I wake up nauseated. How can I already feel sick when I’ve only just opened my eyes? I groan, realizing that I think it is time to see a doctor. The ever-present nausea, the aches and pains, the constant fatigue…
There is definitely something going on with me. Though I wasn’t raised to go to doctors, I don’t know that this is something I can fix with a few herbs.
That fact alone is scary. What if I find out that I have cancer or something like that? I am only twenty-one and I have only just now found Dryas.
Dread fills my head and my heart, turning my stomach lining to acid.
God, I will have to ask Dryas for help in finding a doctor. How can I look up into those beautiful yellow-green eyes and tell him that something is clearly wrong with me?
I’ll
