Chapter 84

• ~Camila's POV~
• I woke up grumbling because I didn’t feel well. I stretched my legs, hands, and body as I welcomed the beautiful morning. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster. I could also feel the anxiety rising within me, which made me want to vomit all of a sudden. Within a split second, I was already tearing through the hallway in the direction of the restroom. I felt bile rising in my throat, and I started to continuously throw up while holding the side of the toilet bowl. I wiped the inside of my mouth with the palm of my hand and then sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. I am so tired and exhausted by the amount of food I threw out, not to mention that I haven’t eaten anything yet. I used my hand to push the loose strands of my hair away from my face. I tried to use the ground for balance, but I fell back down as I tried to get up. I remained motionless in the same spot because I had no idea what to do. Even the effort needed to make a phone call to ask for help is beyond my capacity right now. After what seemed like twenty minutes of sitting on the floor, I attempted to stand up again as I felt the urge to throw up again; however, I was unable to do so. I started crawling to the toilet and clung to the toilet’s sides as I puked again. I was too queasy to look up when I heard the bathroom door fling open, and I didn’t know who was suddenly petting my back, but I couldn't care less. I was just relieved I wasn’t alone.
• After I was done, I finally looked up to find none other than Chris. I could tell that he was anxious, and I could make out the movement of his lips, but I was unable to understand what he was saying. I sat back down on the floor, and he lowered himself to his knees next to me, gently stroking my face. I grabbed his hands and tried to balance on him.