Freddy immediately hurries to my room.

As soon as he moves into the room, I feel like throwing up. I hold my mouth right hand while pointing at a little bucket a bit far from me with my left finger. He helps me grab it, he takes it to my and I vomit inside. “Sorry!” I say. “It's fine, are you done?” he cuts some tissue and gives it to me. “Yes!” I nod my head as I grab the tissue. He calls for a nurse and hands it over to her.

Then he seats next to me “What are you suffering from?” he asks with a guilty face. “From...