Amy grunted in pain. It was 7 in the morning and she was already hunched over the toilet throwing up her guts out. This time around, she run to the bathroom the moment she opened a can of tuna. She was sure everything she bought was fresh so why did she feel so sick? She brushed her teeth then dragged her weak body back to bed. Could there be something wrong with me?
She took her phone and went to Google. She chuckled knowing Google will probably diagnose her with a terminal illness but still went on to search.
Amy: 'Why do I feel so sick?'
Google: 'This feeling can refer to nausea, catching colds often, or being run-down. A person might feel sick continuously for a few days, weeks, or months due to a lack of sleep, stress, anxiety, a poor diet, or pregnancy. In other cases, there may be....'
Stress. She tapped a finger on her chin as she thought to the possible reasons. Moving. She had no choice but to leave everything she knew, her sanctuary, and move to a new place. It seemed everything happened so fast, she had not exactly let her body get accustomed to the new environment. Google recommended that she live through this phase.
"This is not sexy at all", she murmurred. She put down her phone and closed her eyes as she felt her body calm down. She had just pulled on a sheet when she heard the doorbell. With a groan she went to get the door to find a cheery Stella with a basket in hand. Stella's bright smile fell when she saw how pale and haggard Amy looked.
"Oh! Dear! Did you throw up again? You look terrible."
"Yeah, but I'm fine. What are you doing here so early?"
She stepped aside to let Stella in. The woman walked in, turning down Amy's offer to help her with the basket, as she walked to the kitchen. Amy wanted to follow her but abruptly stopped when the smell of the tuna hit her nose. A wave of nausea washed over her.
Stella noticed this and said, "Wait for me in living room, I'll get rid of this."
With a grateful nod, she walked to a sofa and pulled on a fleece blanket to cover her bare legs as she was only in loose booty shorts and a huge shirt. She really felt weak. She had her eyes closed as she heard the sound of the plates and pots coming from the kitchen. Slowly, the sounds started to fade in the background and she fell asleep.
Stella busied herself in the kitchen, cleaning up the tuna sandwich Amy was making. Then she took the rice porridge she had bought and poured it in a bowl. Upon walking back to the living room, she saw Amy sleeping peacefully on the sofa. The poor girl, she thought.
She walked over and placed the bowl on the coffee table before pulling up the fleece blanket to fully cover Amy's body. She fixed up the cushion under Amy's head so she would not hurt her neck while sleeping. She looked at the girl with so much affection as she tucked some stray strands of hair away from Amy's face. She looked back at the porridge.
She took her phone and dialed for the library, her workplace, as she walked back to the kitchen. "Katherine, it's me Stella... I'm alright dear. I'm afraid I won't be able to come in today..... Don't worry, I'm fine. My new neighbor Emily fell sick and she's alone, I have to look after her. Will you and Ian manage okay?..... Thank you dear. Bye."
As she put her phone away, she finally had a chance to look around the house. This was the first time she was actually taking in Amy's home. Worry was quickly etched on her features as she looked back at the sleeping woman.
Amy turned whilst in her sleep and ended up waking up. The familiar sight of her living room was the first thing she saw. She did not know when she had slept. She sat up and stretched while letting out a huge yawn. However, her yawn and stretch stopped midway when she heard a clanking sound.
'What the hell?'
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