"What are you talking about? He has a girlfriend. I was going to call Robert last night but called him by mistake."
"So he came over last night to look after you?" Amy asked excitedly.
"Yeah. Don't read too much into it. He brought a doctor over to give me an IV infusion, and I fell asleep halfway."
"Oh. What happened, Layla? Are you running a fever? I remember that you suffered from food poisoning last time, and you came down with a fever then…"
"I don't have a fever... but I feel worse. I didn't vomit as much back then either. I feel like I'm puking my guts out," Layla said. Suddenly, her stomach twisted, and she scowled.
"I had an IV infusion and took the medication I am supposed to, how am I still nauseous?" she thought to herself.
Layla wanted to run to the bathroom but realized there was no time and vomited into the trash can next to her.
"Why are you still vomiting? I thought that you had been examined by a doctor?" Amy frantically stroked Layla's back before reaching for the tissue paper, only to realize that perhaps Layla needed water more.
Layla vomited everything that she had eaten earlier that morning. Drenched in sweat, her stomach stopped twisting once she was done.
She took the tissue from Amy and wiped her mouth. She leaned back in bed.
Amy returned with a glass of water shortly after. Handing the glass to Layla, she tied up the trash bag and rose to throw it away.
"Amy, I will clean up after myself..." Layla said sheepishly, not wanting her best friend to deal with her vomit.
"Just forget it! I feel so bad for you." Amy picked up the trash bag, walked to the windows, and threw them open. "I'll let some fresh air in. I'll close the windows later."
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