Evelyn couldn’t keep anything down.Roman sat beside her on the bed, a bowl of soup in his hands, watching her force down spoonful after spoonful. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow. She swallowed, and for a moment, he thought she'd managed.Then her hand flew to her mouth.She barely made it to the bathroom before she was heaving over the toilet, her body convulsing with nothing left to expel.He knelt beside her, holding her hair back, rubbing circles on her spine. When she finished, she slumped against the wall, trembling."I'm sorry," she whispered.He helped her back to bed, and within minutes, she was asleep, her body giving out where her mind couldn't.Roman sat beside her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. The urge to set up an IV drip, to rehydrate and stabilize her faster, it clawed at the back of his throat. But he swallowed it.He didn't want her to ask questions again or trigger her mental state. He had also made a promise to himself—he wouldn’t touch medical equi
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