Chapter 25

HUDSON'S POV

I almost called every saint I knew just to stop my stomach from aching. I couldn't count how many times I had to go back and forth to the bathroom since I ate the breakfast that Aceia cooked.

Speaking of Aceia, she bit her lip while looking at me pitifully. I was lying on the bed, weak and drained.

"Are you okay?" She asked while biting her lips.

"I'm fine." I answered lifelessly. "I took medicine to stop this LBM; it will take effect soon. I'll be okay." My stomach grumbled again. "Fuck!" I go run to the bathroom again.

"Holy fucking hell!" I screamed as I felt that I only discharged water. "I'm going to die. Fuck it!"

It was silly, but I was afraid of LBM. When I was a child, I was taken to the hospital because of diarrhea. And I was dehydrated, even if it was only for a few hours. I developed a phobia because of the many needles that were injected into me. Because of that, I learned to cook for myself. I want to make sure what I eat is clean. Aceia was the first person