Chapter 145: Deathbed

"Oh, God." I groaned with agony and rolled onto my side. Knees tucked to my chest, I lay in the fetal position on the bed, excruciating pain shooting through my body. Tears pricked my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Trent's hand was on my back.

All I could do was moan in response.

"Chloe?"

The mattress moved slightly as he shifted onto his knees, and I cried out. That small movement felt like someone had jabbed a million knives into my abdomen and then filled the stab wounds with acid.

"Chloe, honey. What's wrong?" He reached for me.

"Don't," I gasped. "Don't touch me." I gritted the words through tightly clenched teeth.

Everything hurt, and I wanted to be left alone. Not to mention, I didn't want him to see me like this, writhing in pain and incoherent.

"What's wrong?" he asked for the third time.

"My stomach."

Trent brushed sweaty hair from my forehead. "You're burning up."