She shoved Allan out of the way and dashed into the bathroom, straight to the toilet. Allan quickly followed her, curious to see what she was up to.

She puked up what seemed to be everything in her stomach.

He entered the bathroom and held back her hair as she retched. He stroked her hair and stroked her back.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" he inquired.

She dries and heaves again before flushing the toilet. She exhaled deeply before reaching for her toothbrush and brushing her teeth.

"Perhaps we should have the pack doctor look at you because you keep getting sick and she's worried something is wrong." She raised an eyebrow...