After they arrived at the hotel-

Stella swiped the keycard and pushed the door open. Briony's face twisted in discomfort; she clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Retching echoed from inside.

"Bryn—” Stella called, hurrying after her.

Outside the bathroom, Stewart and Cedric Clarke waited in the hallway, listening

to Briony's painful vomiting. Both men wore grim expressions.

It was a while before the sounds finally subsided.

Stella emerged, supporting a pale and exhausted Briony as they left the bathroom together.

The room had two beds. Stella guided Briony to one and helped her lie down.

Briony was clearly feeling awful-she barely managed to close her eyes before slipping into a restless sleep.

Stella pressed her palm to Briony's forehead.

A slight fever.

She tucked the blanket around Briony, then got up and stepped outside the room. Looking straight at Cedric Clarke, she said, "Leave your first aid kit with me."

Cedric handed it over, concern etched on his face. "Is she all right?"

"Thanks to someone, she was throwing up nonstop on the flight and now, just landed, she's running a fever. What

Cedric had no answer.

a sharp motion, Stella snatched the kit from Cedric's hands and shut the door

shook his head. "Man, look at the mess you've made... what a

lips pressed into a thin line,

turned

"Hey,

...

the room, Stella

99.9 degrees.

fever wasn't dangerously

opened the first aid kit, rummaged through it, but found nothing

she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony's forehead and neck,

tossed in her sleep, brow furrowed in distress. Even unconscious, she looked

ached for her friend, and she silently cursed

sense of someone tending to her, but her eyelids felt impossibly heavy; she just couldn't wake

fog, she heard a familiar voice calling to

"Bryn... Bryn..."

the sound and found herself in

on and on, so long she

another voice

go any further! Come back,

She stopped and turned.

tunnel had transformed into a sun-dappled path

her to ride a bike along a path just like this. She'd been so afraid of falling, always struggling to learn, but her grandfather never scolded her. He was always there with a steady hand

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255