His Eagle Eyes on Me

Seeing that Layla was already asleep, the doctor whispered, "Your arm must be numb by now."

"I'm fine."

The two exited the room.

"Does she still need to be dripped tomorrow?" Eric asked as he flexed his wrist.

"Depends on her condition tomorrow. If the vomiting stops by tomorrow, she won't need to be dripped and will just need to finish her medication," the doctor said. "It's crucial that she does not consume any rich food. She should recover by next week."

"It will take a week?"

"Yeah. It's best that she rests and only consume food that is easy on the stomach, like soup, till she gets better."

Eric fell silent. Layla had told him that she will be going home this Friday. Taking the doctor's advice into consideration, she might not be able to go home.

The next morning, Layla woke up starving. She pushed away the blankets and left the bed in search of water.

she slowly hobbled out of her bedroom. She was greeted by a mouthwatering scent. It was not

Eric in

of chicken soup on the table and went to help Layla to help her to

the scent of chicken soup. She stirred

helped himself to some soup as well and sat down across from her.

if I

out?" Seeing that she was still extremely pale, he realized that he had never seen her in such a state

took a sip of the soup and was impressed by how perfectly seasoned it was. "Don't say things like

be able to keep this a secret from my family if you hadn't come over with a doctor," she

rest and watch what you eat for the

decision after

going to wonder why. What are

took out her phone and sent

hour later, Amy

Layla's hands in