Chapter 32: In Which She Paints A Picture

Isla had spent the whole morning since she woke up which was pretty early, dry heaving her guts out into the bucket that was kept beside the toilet seat for her ease considering il- war had for her due to her foot injury and it made her feel even more like a disaster. Life was really throwing lemons at her.

since she had woken up, she felt as if a thousand elephants ran over her and the mouser made it even worse.

Alexander who had been with her the whole night as well as the morning had made her eat little amounts of food in intervals but it was no good considering She ended up throwing everything up.

Alexander waited for her sitting on the hotel room bed, head in hands as she vomited again and by now it was just yellow stomach acid meaning that the drug was finally completely out of her system.

Isla wanted him to leave when she felt nausea hit her for the first time, she was embarrassed about throwing up in front of him but of course, he did not leave he