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.

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

Eric in the kitchen

on the table and went to help Layla to help her to her seat.

chicken soup. She stirred the soup to

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

yet. I guess we will have to see if I feel sick after breakfast!" She blew on

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

have cancer or something." She took a sip of the soup and

able to keep this a secret

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

she came to a decision after

are going to wonder why. What are you going

took out her phone and sent

hour later,

in hers. "Do you need to go to the