Beatrice's POV.
I will be the first to admit that when I'm sick I become pretty pathetic; it’s not something I'm proud of.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't have a single childhood memory of my mother doting on me when I got sick or maybe it’s the loss of control over even my own strength.
For whatever reason, when I'm sick I unravel.
So in the middle of the night when I wake up to a stomach pains that pinch and my side of the bed drenched from sweat, I hide.
I spend the night on the floor of the en-suite bathroom throwing up everything I ate yesterday and possibly ever. In the midst of the puking and shaking I draw a silencing spell around me.
I don't want Sebastian hearing me.
At some point, I fall asleep with my cheek pressed against the cold tile. A knock at the bathroom door wakes me. It's the last person I want to see me like this.
“Gonna join the world today?”