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.

swayed when she stood up, and she leaned against the wall for support. Supporting herself against the wall, she slowly hobbled out of her bedroom. She was greeted by a mouthwatering scent. It was not the scent

Eric in

a bowl of chicken soup on the table and went to help Layla to help

sat down. Her stomach rumbled at the scent of chicken soup. She stirred the soup to cool it down and

chicken soup doesn't require much skill." Eric helped himself to some soup as

we will have to see if I feel sick after breakfast!" She

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

me last night! I probably wouldn't be able to keep this

what you eat for the following week," Eric said. "Maybe you should just

for a bit, but she came to a decision after she finished her soup. "I just won't go home on Friday,

are going to wonder why. What are you going to

going to need my friend's help." Layla took out her phone

later, Amy

to you?" Amy took Layla's hands in hers. "Do