Uncomfortable

"Baby, are you okay?” Wyatt gently picked me up and placed me on his thigh, his hands wrapped around me.

Immediately, Oswald extended his right hand toward me. He placed his right hand on my forehead while he placed his left hand on his forehead to feel my temperature.

After a few seconds, Oswald exhaled in relief and lowered his hand. “Her temperature is normal.” He conveyed to Wyatt. Immediately, he lowered his head to stare at me, his mismatched eyes filled with worry. “Filipa, do you feel sick? Does it hurt anywhere?”

I bit my lower lip and shook my head. I also can’t pinpoint what was wrong with me. I don’t feel sick yet I feel sick at the same time. I don’t feel hurt yet, but at the same time, it felt as if my whole body was hurting. And a feeling of restlessness gnawed at my soul.