Evelyn's POV
Something was wrong.
I didn’t know what it was at first, it crept in slowly, crawling up my spine like ice water. But then, just like that, a nauseating wave rolled through me, and my body jolted forward.
I pressed a hand to my mouth.
Louis noticed immediately.
His eyes widened as he bent down in front of me, his expression tight with concern. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice low but alarmed.
I shook my head, trying to breathe. My fingers scrambled over the iPad.
"I don't know. I just feel like throwing up."
His jaw clenched. “Come on, let me help you.”
He slid his arm around me, careful, firm but gentle, and helped me up from the couch. My legs were weak, rubbery, like they were made of string. I leaned into him without meaning to as he guided me to the bathroom.
I barely made it to the toilet before I retched violently.
My stomach heaved again and again, even after there was nothing left. I could feel Louis behind me, hovering, uncertain. He reached for a towel a
