It's a couple days left before the game against France, and things have been going well for Mason and the boys at the camp. They've been training hard but also enjoying their time together, filming a lot of content for TikTok and YouTube.
You would probably think that Alina is feeling better with her whole neck situation, but unfortunately, it's still hurting and she's in constant pain, but she's keeping it a secret. She can't deal with Mason constantly calling her and everyone worrying; it's starting to suffocate and annoy her.
It's late in the evening, and Alina and the rest have gone out to eat dinner at a restaurant. They had booked a full table to sit outside. They quickly ordered their food.
"Do you guys think England can make it through?" Lewis asked everyone
"Of course they will," Stacey answered confidently, with everyone agreeing with her.
"why are you asking?" Jasmine looked at her brother, "You don't think they can make it?"
"I mean, France is a good team..." Lewis stated.
"The only thing that matters is that we support Mason and the team," Debbie said.
As the food came, Alina didn't feel like eating anymore. She didn't have any appetite; it's been like this for days now, and she's unsure why. She still tried to eat, just so no one would ask any questions.
She wasn't exactly being discreet about it, but Woody and Lewis could tell she wasn't feeling comfortable with herself; she was constantly moving in her seat, playing with the food, and touching her throat and neck, where it was hurting.
It wasn't until she felt nauseous that she decided to get up from her seat. "I just need the bathroom, I'll be back," she said before leaving the table.
She quickly got inside to go to the bathroom. She locked the door and immediately threw up in the toilet. She looked down with horror in her eyes. She had spit up blood along with her vomit.
"Oh, my god," she mumbled. She flushed the toilet and cleaned up quickly. She took a deep breathe before heading out again. As she got back to the table, she acted like nothing had happened.
"Are you ok, sweetheart?" Debbie asked, noticing the paleness of her skin.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said with a fake smile as she took a seat again.
"You sure?" Jasmine asked, rubbing Alina's arm.
"Yeah, don't worry," she said with a comforting smile.
They finished eating and decided to go for a walk right after. Woody and Alina walked behind the others. He had noticed the change in Alina's face since she came from the bathroom.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on with you?" Woody asked
"Why is everyone always asking me how I am? I'm fine!" Alina said getting annoyed again
"Well, you don't look fine; you look dead," Woody said.
"...you're not pregnant, are you?" He whispered, curious
"What? No!" Alina looked at him, confused as to why he would even think that
"Then you're definitely dying," Woody said confidently.
"I'm just tired, okay, and I don't do well when traveling," Alina sighed.
"You're still in pain?" he asked.
"Yes, but please don't tell anyone; I can't deal with everyone's attention anymore." She looked at him.
"So nothing happened in the bathroom?" He asked a suspicious question.
"I threw up... With a bit of blood, but it's fine," Alina shrugged it off.
"You what?" Woody grabbed her arm and stopped her from walking.
"It's fine," she looked at him.
"You need to go to the hospital."
"I'm going when we get back to London; stop talking about it now." Alina removed her arm from his grip. She kept on walking, trying to clear her head and not think about it too much. There's always a logical explanation behind everything.
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AN: Kind of a short chapter but what do you guys think is going on with Alina? I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts 💭
