Chapter 27 Would You Like to Drink It Yourself, or Should I Feed You

• “Mmm…” Christopher heard faint moaning sounds next to him. Sleeping beside him was Diane, and those sounds belonged to her.
• He got up and eyed Diane carefully with a frown. Her face was so pale that it was almost translucent; as she curled herself into a ball, she seemed to be suffering intense pain with her eyes tightly shut.
• “What’s the matter?” he asked while putting his large hand on her shoulder, but the small size of it caused the furrows in his brow to deepen. Before she could answer him, he asked again, “What’s wrong with you? What is ailing you?”