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.

wall for support. Supporting herself against the wall, she slowly hobbled out of her bedroom. She was greeted

in the kitchen and

the table and went to

scent of chicken soup. She stirred the soup to cool it

skill." Eric helped himself to some soup as well and

if I feel

out?" Seeing that she was still extremely pale, he realized that

cancer or something." She took a sip of

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 with a

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

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

going to wonder why. What are

help." Layla took out

hour later,

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