Camilla pov...
Fuck. I felt like throwing up again.
The nausea rose from my stomach like a living thing, clawing up my throat. I ran. I didn't make it to the bathroom. I ended up throwing up on the floor, right there by the side of the study door. The bile burned my throat, bitter and acidic.
"I'm so sorry, I—"
"Are you okay?" He was at my side before I knew it, his hand on my back, warm and steady, his voice sharp with concern.
"I'm sorry..."
"What's wrong? I should call my doctor. Get you to the hospital." He was already typing on his phone, his fingers moving fast, urgent.
"It's fine. It's just a little fever." I held his phone, stopping him. His skin was warm. His pulse was fast.
"How do you know it's fever? I should take you to the—"
"Sophia already handled it. It's a fever. I'm already taking drugs." I couldn't control my lies. Fuck, why would I lie?
