She had never been so embarrassed in her life. That evening she had been bragging to her family about her cooking, and at that moment, she was grateful that she had not told any of her friends about her first attempt at cooking, but if she had told them, she would never have admitted to the food poisoning part of her cooking endeavor.
"Where are you right now?" Eric asked hastily, not understanding how her family was unaware of Layla's state if she was living with them.
"I moved out..." Layla mumbled before gagging.
"Sendthe location. I will bring a doctor over right away." Hearing her gagging over the phone, Eric immediately hurried out of the bedroom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLayla hung up and sent him the location of her apartment. All she could think of was that she needed to recover as soon as possible; she had promised her father that she would go hthis Friday, and if she failed to make a full recovery by then, she would not be able to go home.
She did not want her family to know because they would be worried sick.
Forty minutes later, Eric arrived at Layla's apartment with a doctor.
Layla dragged herself to the door, and Eric immediately grabbed her by the arm, holding her up, the moment she pulled open the door.
"Why do you look so pale? When did you move out? Why would you move out? What did you eat? Did you start experiencing symptoms now, or have you been suffering the entire day?" Eric helped her back to the bedroom as he showered her with questions.
Layla was gasping for air. All strength was drained from her.
"I had smeat stew... it was too spicy..." She felt slightly better after lying down. "Don't tell Mom... I moved out today, and I don't want them to find out that I messed up on the very first day..." Eric's expression darkened and he simply turned to the doctor. "Do you have any medicine?" "Yes. You mentioned that it was food poisoning so I brought selmedicine that she can take to alleviate the symptoms..." The doctor proceeded to take smedication out of his briefcase.
He "Give her this pill right now." handed a pill to Eric. "I will give her an IV drip! That way, she will get better faster." "Sure." Eric took the pill and started looking for swater.
"You can get water from the living room. My cup is probably in the kitchen." He poured a glass of warm water and returned to the room. As he handed her the pill, Layla could not help but stare at the clothes he was wearing.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, an open button-down shirt, and a pair of white shorts.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe realized that he had rushed over as soon as he had received her call. He had not even stopped to change.
"Were you asleep when I called you?" she asked sheepishly.
"Yeah. You should have called the emergency line instead of suffering because of your pride. It's not like they would tell your parents," Eric said.
"Are you saying that I shouldn't have called you?" Layla swallowed the pill.
"That's not what I mean. I just don't think you were thinking logically.
How could you avoid the hospital ljust because you were embarrassed? What if your condition had gotten worse?" deadpanned. "If you can't eat spicy food, you shouldn't have eaten it in the first place. You are not a child. How can you be so reckless with your health?" "Are you getting a kick out of lecturing me?" Layla felt much better after taking the pill and drinking a large glass of water. She was slightly annoyed by Eric's lecture.