Second-Rate Mistress

Zelda

Drake's fingers brushed my hair back as I bent over the toilet, the bile rising in my throat. This time, it was tinged with blood, and I felt a cold fear grip my heart as I stared at the red-tinged contents of the bowl.

I turned to look at Drake, whose mouth hung open in shock. “Is that… blood?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I could only nod, my voice froze in my throat. I had never felt so terrified in my life.

We both stood frozen in silence, staring at the evidence of something terrible. I felt numb, as if my body was no longer my own. After what felt like an eternity, I turned away from the toilet and walked to the window.

I could hear the steady patter of rain against the glass. I heard Drake turn on the faucet, the sound of running water a welcome distraction from the silence. A few moments later, I felt his presence behind me, his warmth radiating through my back.

“We need to see a doctor,” Drake said, his voice full of concern.

I nodded, knowing I could