CHAPTER 71

  Olive's P.O.V.

  "Are you sure you're okay?" Lucas asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

  "I'm fine, go away. I don't want you to hear me puke," I said with my head hanging over the toilet.

  I woke up feeling very nauseous this morning. I attribute it to the hot dog I ordered yesterday. Never order the hot dog. I know that.

  "Rose, let me in. I don't care about that," Lucas begged from behind the locked door.

  "No way, it's disgus-" my sentence was cut short by my vomit.

  The nausea faded lightly after I had spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed, rinsing my mouth out in the sink before brushing my teeth. I opened the door to find a very worried Lucas.

  "I'm fine. It's probably just that hot dog I ate."

  "Lay back down. I'm taking care of you today," he commanded, making me smile lightly.