Thirty-Two

Cleo’s POV

As we made our way to the hospital Roman tried to give me the run down on what happened last night however each word he spoke was drowned out by me puking. Before now I had only been sick once or twice but since waking up this morning I haven’t stopped. Everything from smells to bright lights had my stomach churning. I had wanted to walk to the appointment he made but Roman refused. He said that driving would be the quickest option. He wouldn’t be wrong however every bump and turn in the road had me feeling worse. I felt as though I was standing on a boat in the middle of the sea as it was rocked and thrown about by relentless waves.

As I stuck my head out the window trying to intake as much air as I could Roman began to rub my back in small gentle circles. I could feel Freya beginning to stir after having been out for a couple of days, her uneasiness bleeding into me.

“We’ll be there in two minutes, and I’ll get the doctor to see you immediately.” I could hear the worry