Zenia's POV

I walked to Anton's car with a teary face and a racing heart. No one loves being or feeling sick. My stomach ached and felt like it was being tied in knots. I had a screaming headache that was worse than any hangover headache I ever had. I felt weak and drained.

"I'm sorry you're going through this. I'll get you to the doctor and you'll soon be better," Anton kindly said and assisted me with fastening my seat belt.

My eyes were closed for the entire ride.

"Ah, Mr. McCalister. It's nice to see you again," a friendly female doctor greeted. She was beautiful with kind brown...