NovelAppSeeing that Layla was already asleep, the doctor whispered, "Your arm must be numb by now." "I'm fine." The two exited the room.
"Does she still need to be dripped tomorrow?" Eric asked as he flexed his wrist.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Depends on her condition tomorrow. If the vomiting stops by tomorrow, she won't need to be dripped and will just need to finish her medication," the doctor said. "It's crucial that she does not consany rich food. She should recover by next week." "It will take a week?" "Yeah. It's best that she rests and only consfood that is easy on the stomach, like soup, till she gets better." Eric fell silent. Layla had told him that she will be going hthis Friday. Taking the doctor's advice into consideration, she might not be able to go home.
The next morning, Layla woke up starving. She pushed away the blankets and left the bed in search of water.
The room swayed when she stood up, and she leaned against the wall for support. Supporting herself against the wall, she slowly hobbled out of her bedroom. She was greeted by a mouthwatering scent.
It was not the scent of rich food, but the warm aroma of chicken soup.
"Hey..." Layla spotted Eric in the kitchen and walked over.
"Are you awake?" Eric placed a bowl of chicken soup on the table and went to help Layla to help her to her seat. "How are you feeling?" "Hungry, thirsty, tired..." Layla sat down. Her stomach rumbled at the scent of chicken soup. She stirred the soup to cool it down and said, "I thought you can't cook?" "Making chicken soup doesn't require much skill." Eric helped himself to ssoup as well and sat down across from her. "Still feeling nauseous?" "Not yet. I guess we will have to see if I feel sick after breakfast!" She blew on the soup.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Do you regret moving out?" Seeing that she was still extremely pale, he realized that he had never seen her in such a state before.
"Why would I regret it? It's not like I have cancer or something." She took a sip of the soup and was impressed by how perfectly seasoned it was.
"Don't say things like that." "Thank you for taking care oflast night! I probably wouldn't be able to keep this a secret from my family if you hadn't cover with a doctor," she said. "The doctor said that you need to rest and watch what you eat for the following week," Eric said. "Maybe you should just tell your family!" Layla panicked for a bit, but she cto a decision after she finished her soup. "I just won't go hon Friday, then!" "Your parents are going to wonder why. What are you going to say?" "I'm going to need my friend's help." Layla took out her phone and sent Amy a message.
An hour later, Amy arrived.
"Layla, what happened to you?" Amy took Layla's hands in hers. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "I'm fine. A doctor clast night." Layla sat on the bed, looking slightly more energetic than when she woke up. "You just need to act along. I don't want my parents to worry." hovels"Of course!" Amy said before finally noticing Eric. "Eric Santos? Is that really you?" Eric was far more handsin et person, and one could not tell his actual age from looks alone; Amy instantly understood why Layla had fallen for the man in front of them. "Yeah. You two carry on. I will do sgrocery shopping," Eric said before turning to leave.
"Are the two of you... dating?" Amy asked excitedly.
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