Chapter Thirty Five (2)

The first thing he noticed

when he woke up, was the lack of warmth in his arms where his mate should be.

The second was the sound of vomiting from the connected hotel bathroom.

He immediately rushed to where he assumed Ava was.

His face paled as he took in the sight of her in pain with glassy eyes and

sweat coating her body. He crouched beside her and rubbed her back as she wiped

her mouth with some toilet paper.

"What happened?" He asked. He wet a face

towel with some warm water and started to wipe her face gently.

"I-I don't know. I just woke up feeling sick

and really hot. Everything hurts." She groaned, resting her head on his

chest, before suddenly leaning over the toilet again and throwing up everything

she ate yesterday.

He looked at her with concern, having no idea of

what to do. "It'll be ok. I've got some paracetamol in the suitcase. I'll

be right back." He pressed a quick kiss on the back of her hair.

Running to find the pills, he thought about what

could be wrong with her.