Seeing that Layla was already asleep, the doctor whispered, "Your arm must be numb by now."

"I'm fine."

The two exited the room.

"Does she still need to be dripped tomorrow?" Eric asked as he flexed his wrist.

"Depends on her condition tomorrow. If the vomiting stops by tomorrow, she won't need to be dripped and will just need to finish her medication," the doctor said. "It's crucial that she does not consume any rich food. She should recover by next week."

"It will take a week?"

"Yeah. It's best that she rests and only consume food that is easy on the stomach, like soup, till she gets better."

Eric fell silent. Layla had told him that she will be going home this Friday. Taking the doctor's advice into consideration, she might not be able to go home.

The next morning, Layla woke up starving. She pushed away the blankets and left the bed in search of water.

The room swayed when she stood up, and she leaned against the wall for support. Supporting herself against the wall, she