Our Way Back

83. Morning sickness?

6 weeks later

A D V I K A

"Good morning sleeping beauty....", I felt warm breath on my shoulder and Vishal scooted closer to me whispering.

"Morning...", I managed to say through my sore throat.

I was feeling sick and weak since yesterday but I wasn't going to tell Vishal that as he was hell occupied with work and he didn't need to babysit me while his parents were already spoiling me enough.

"Get up now, you've had nice 10 hours of sleep", Vishal said running his fingers through my hair.

"Hmm...", I hummed, eyes still closed.

"Advii ...", he muttered and I slowing sat up gathering strength.

"Hey, you okay? You look....tired!", He said concerned.
I just nodded in response as my throat still felt sore.

Vishal moved closer sitting in front of me and touched my forehead to check my temparature. He was right on his part as I looked horrible even with the slightest of fever.

"Okay freshen up let's have breakfast, you'll feel better", he said and got up from beside me to start getting ready for his shoot.

I sat there for a few minutes when the smell of breakfast hit my nostrils, I recognised it to be the smell of parathas and suddenly a wave of nauseousness hit me.

I slammed my hand over my face quickly and tried to get up from the bed as fast as I can. With my whole body feeling sore and weak it was difficult to bring up all the strength in my body to reach the bathroom on time before I emptied my intestines.

Vishal turned around and looked at me in confusion taking a moment to register what was happening.

I quickly opened the door to the bathroom and reach for the sink and emptied my stomach.

Ughhh it was gross! Vishal stood beside me rubbing my back and asking me something which my brain didn't register.

I was thankful for tying up my hair in a braid at night which saved the further mess it would have created here.

After I washed my face and gargled to clear out the extremely yuck taste of vomit, I stabled myself by taking support of the sink. Vishal wiped my face with a towel and held me by my waist.

He walked me to the bed as my legs felt like jelly. I sat there as he looked at me in confusion.

"What's wrong ? Do you want to see a doctor? You're not having fever but what was that?", He asked.

"I don't know .. can you please shut the door. ", I said.

"Why?"

"Just close the door I can't stand the smell of parathas its doing something to my stomach", I said as I cringed my nose and Vishal followed my instruction.

"I think you should eat something, you're weak, you can't even stand up. I'll get an appointment to the doctor today itself.", He announced as he reached out for his phone.

"No, you'll get late for your shoot, you can't ditch it last minute.", I told him putting my hand over his phone as I was very weak even to snatch it from him.

"No but...."

"Mom and dad are here with me at home I'll be fine", I assured him.

"But still you'll go see the doctor because you rarely vomit, it's either out of motion sickness or food poisioning or it could be some infection", he said and called someone making my appointment to the family doctor.