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.

she slowly hobbled out of her bedroom. She was greeted by a mouthwatering

Layla spotted Eric in the kitchen and walked

placed a bowl of chicken soup on the table and went to

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

himself to some soup as well

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

she was still extremely pale, he

it? It's not like I have cancer or something." She took a sip of the soup

be able to keep this a secret from my family if you hadn't

eat for

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

wonder why. What are

took out her phone and sent Amy a

hour later, Amy

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