THE SECOND CHOICE

FIRA'S POV

I was running to the sink when my belly rotated. I was in the middle of sewing while I felt uneasy.

Janus was not here. They were out hunting. He brought my father, too. Everyone was busy due to the incoming wedding. It has been a week since my feeling was not well.

I held my stomach with a rotary motion when I vomited over and over again. My head was spinning. I felt that anytime I would black out.

What did I eat? What makes me like this? Am I sick?

I held my forehead as the pumping sensation felt at it. My other hand went to my stomach again.

"Fira, are you okay?" Eira touched my back, comforting me. "You've been like that since the day we came here?"

"I'm good. I'm fine. It's just—ahh!" The content of my stomach burst out. It was painful.

"Do you need a doctor? Maybe they need to check you? Wait up. I'll call—" Suddenly, she stopped from talking and looked at me intensely. "Fira, did you…"