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 of rich food, but the warm aroma of

spotted Eric in

of chicken soup on the table and went to help Layla

tired..." Layla sat down. Her stomach rumbled at the scent of chicken soup. She

some soup

see if I feel sick after breakfast!" She blew

you regret moving out?" Seeing that she was still extremely pale, he realized that he had

would I regret it? It's not like I have cancer or something." She took a sip of the soup and was impressed by how perfectly seasoned it was. "Don't say things like

for taking care of me last night! I probably wouldn't be able to keep this a secret from my family if you hadn't come over

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

she came to a decision after she finished her soup. "I just won't go home

are going to wonder why.

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

later,

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