Page 96 of Quest for her Knights
I quickly pull myself from all the arms surrounding me and crawl to the end of the bed. When I get to my feet, I have to hold on to the bed as the room starts spinning.
That’s not good.
I glance around, praying there is a bathroom close by but the only door in here is back out to the main suite, I quickly push the door open and look around for another door. My stomach rolls as I see doors leading to a balcony.
That will have to do.
I move as quickly as I can, one hand on my stomach, as I rush to the door and try to get it open.
“Elora?” I hear Ranger somewhere in the room but I’m afraid that if I speak, I’ll puke all over him.
I whimper as I shake the door handle, unable to figure out how to unlock it.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as he moves to my side and grips my forearms, turning me to face him.
I can’t hold it in anymore. I bend over and try my hardest not to vomit all over his feet.
I miss… mostly.
“Shit!”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, gripping his arms to stop myself from falling over.
“No, baby, don’t apologize. That was my fault. Can I lift you up?” I nod my head, feeling like I might fall over if he doesn’t help me.
He steps around the pile of puke and carefully lifts me up, bringing me over to the couch.
“Did I wake you?” I ask, trying to figure out if he was sleeping out here on his own.
“No, I was on watch. Can you sit here for a minute? I want to go grab a couple things for you.” I nod, and that motion makes my head spin so I grab it and moan.
“Shit, I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
When I was falling asleep, I thought my chest pains might have been anxiety or some weird form of panic attack, but waking from a dead sleep and puking… no, that’s not anxiety. That sounds like the flu or food poisoning.
“Ranger?”
“I’m right here.” He comes back and kneels at my side, using a wet cloth to wipe my face. Then he holds up a cup of water to my lips. “Take a couple of small sips for me. There’s a good girl.” He places the cup on the table and wipes my mouth again.
“I’m going to braid your hair back out of your face. Can you stay sitting for just a couple more minutes?”
“Okay.”
He sits beside me and gently helps turn my back to him. He makes quick work of braiding my hair, and I admit it feels better off my face.
“There we go. Now, why don’t you lie down here? I’ll get you a bowl, just in case.” I give him a small nod, and he places a bowl on the floor beside the couch as he moves to stand.
“No!” I grab his arm, looking at him in concern. “Don’t leave.”
“I wasn’t going to leave. I was just moving so you could lie down on the couch.”
I lick my lips and glance down at the couch. It looks comfy enough, but that’s not what I want right now.
“Can you sit with me?”
“Of course.”
When he doesn’t move, I motion to where he was sitting. “Can you sit there so I can put my head in your lap?” I groan and cover my face with my hands, realizing how needy that sounds. “I’m sorry, I know I’m like the most annoying job—”
