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.

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 of

Eric in

placed a bowl of chicken soup on the table and

Her stomach rumbled at the scent of chicken soup. She stirred

soup doesn't require much skill." Eric helped himself to some soup as well and sat

to see if I feel sick after breakfast!" She blew

she was still extremely pale, he realized that he had never seen her in such

sip of the

care of me last night! I probably wouldn't be able to keep this a secret from my family if

said that you need to rest and watch what you eat for the following week," Eric said. "Maybe you should just tell

a decision after she finished her soup. "I just won't go home on Friday,

wonder why. What are you going

took out her phone and

later, Amy

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