Troye's pov
"How did I get so sick so easily?" I ask from the sofa days later as I'm slowly but surely starting to feel better.
"It's probably just a bug." Jacob says from the kitchen.
"Yevok, I'm not stopping until I find out what got me sick." I speak seriously, twisting some hebrew in my words.
"Well, alright. Who am I to stop you?"
"I'm going to head out." I mutter, wrapping my sheet around my waist tighter.
"Troye? You're sick and you're not dressed in any condition to go out." He rounds from the kitchen as I walk to the stair door.
"I'm going out." I repeat, slipping on my shoes.
"I'm finding out how I got sick."
Once I've broken from Jacob's overprotective boyfriend grip he has on me, I make my way to hospital. I will get answers there, surely.
