A tinge of hope: CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9

Celine's POV

These days my memory fails me a lot and it was getting really annoying. I suddenly remembered the young man that had come for the interview yesterday, I had told him to come exactly 7am and it looks like he had taken me by my word. If I wasn't so sick I would have been up and ready for work by now but it was obvious it won't be the case today.

I contemplated asking her to tell him off, but that would be rude and since it was his first day at work I didn't want to show him that side of me now.

He doesn't know me yet and if I did this he would definitely succumb to thinking that I am a bitter woman which I was now, but well he doesn't have to know that yet.

I can just let him up and tell him myself how sick I feel.

"Just let him come up." I said, a silent cough escaping my dry throat.

She looked at me worriedly. "Ma'am are you OK?"

"Not really but my doctor is on his way. You can leave now." I mumbled, waving her away. She nodded, closing the door behind her.

My brain felt like it was going to explode as if a thousand giants were playing basket ball in my head. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I ran into the bathroom feeling all the food I've eaten claw up to my throat, fighting to be let out.

I opened the toilet lid, and with shaky legs I puked letting out all the salad I had eaten yesterday night. I watched it as it went down into the toilet, giving it a different color.

It felt like my intestines were shrinking. My throat was so dry hence I was vomiting with much difficulty but I could not stop.

"Calm down. Take, drink this." A voice said to me offering me a glass of warm water. The same glass that had been resting on my bedside table.

I looked up from the toilet seat to see my driver looking down at me with worry and fear. I spat, and took the water from him.

"It would help you vomit easily. You are lacking body fluid that's why you are finding it this painful to throw up." He said.

I took the glass from him and gulped down the entire content, groaning from the discomfort and pain.

It actually felt so good to finally drink water, it made me feel better, but the nausea was still there and I had a feeling it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"So you are a doctor too." I sniffed wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.

"I'm not but my father was." He answered still rubbing my back gently. I threw up again this time with less difficulty, finally getting to empty my stomach.

His rubbed my back continuously for about five minutes until I was finally calm. "Let me take you to the room so you can rest." He offered helping me flush the toilet.

"I'm not smelling nice. Just carry me into the tub so I can get this smell of me."

"Aren't you a little too weak to bath."

"It will make me feel better." I insisted. He carried me and placed me in the tub Like I requested.

"You sure you are OK?"

"Yes I am. Please help me find a light dress in my wardrobe please. My walk in closet is the door next to this." I pleaded waving him out. He hesitated a bit, but later left obviously knowing that I needed the privacy to take my bathe.