LIA'S POV

“Lia! What omg!…You are so pale!” Emily gasped when she came into my room. She touched me and flinched. At the same time, I felt something suddenly rise up my throat and I pulled myself out of bed covers and darted into the bathroom. The porridge Jimmy forced me to eat was emptied in the toilet bowl the instant I opened my mouth.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Emily was by my side patting my back.

It was happening more often—the random nauseating and discomfort.

I nodded, rinsing off my mouth into the basin.

“Goodness Lia! Did you vomit again?!” Jimmy exclaimed, rushing into the bathroom. I sighed...