Short chapter

I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and a little weak, I just wanted to stay in bed and eat some chips or ice-cream.

"Baby you are suppose to be getting ready for the flight not sleeping like that." Michael shook me lightly removing the blankets off of me but I groaned pulling them back.

"Leave me alone, Michael. You're irritating me, I want to sleep." I angrily stated laying my head on the pillow, enjoy the comfiness.

"are you okay?" He asked slipping his hand under the comforter checking my temperature.

"Yes I am ---" my sentence got cut off due to the wave of nausea that I felt.

I quickly got up from the bed, running to the bathroom and puking all of last night's food.

I felt Michael rub my back whilst holding my hair back.

Once I was done, I flushed the toilet, going over to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth.

"Should we go see the doctor? You don't look so good." He said checking my temperature again.<