Only With Me

Chapter 8

Kimora's POV

Brrr! Brrr!

Gosh! My head.

I searched the side table for my never ending ringing phone. "Hello?" I replied huskily.

"This is Charlotte. Mom said you weren't with her. Kimora, where have you been?"

My eyes widened and I stood up from the bed immediately. "You called mom?" I almost gasped as i felt a large pain grope me on my inside.

I grabbed my watch, my bra, my duffel bag and my clothes and started packing. I was aching all over that i still needed to sleep more.

I quickly knocked on Anita's room and returned her dress. Without double checking, if my belongings were complete, i stormed out of the hotel.

Charlotte didn't let me hear the end of it when i got back to the bakery. I had to tell her everything. I couldn't hide it anymore. I told her about how Alejandro wanted to keep working with him a secret, the gorgeous dresses he designed, the cake that i designed and Alejandro puking on me.

She was angry that i lied to her but she later forgave me. That evening, i received an alert from the bank.  I was payed six thousand dollars. At first when i saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes. We used half the money to buy a high-tech oven and we used the half the rest to stock up our ingredients.

Everything had been going well for the bakery until i was hit with a fever eight weeks after the fashion show. I had not been baking for a while and we started loosing customers since Charlotte was only serving coffee to customers. I was sick and sometimes I couldn't show up to the cafe. I lost my appetite, couldn't bake properly and i was sleeping for at least two hours a day.

This morning, i pushed myself to work and so far, i was doing great. Immediately i was done with baking chocolate croissants, i felt my breakfast coming up to my throat and i ran to the bathroom. Charlotte ran after me to hold my hair like she had been doing for weeks.

She patted my back severally to let all the contents flow out with ease.

"Not too hard." I yelled and moved to the sink. I rinsed my mouth with the mouth wash we recently bought and we both went back out.

Daniel, Charlotte's fiancé was concerned and asked me how i was feeling for the third time that day and i replied with a gloomy, ' i'm okay.'

"You should see a doctor. Our regular's are getting worried." Elizabeth, our waitress complained.

"Your right." Charlotte said. "We are going to the hospital tomorrow. Elizabeth, you are in charge."

"No problem."

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"I hate hospitals." Charlotte whispered in my ear when we entered the hospital.

"Why should you? It's where people get treated."

"Well, some people don't make it out alive." She looked at me like she was telling me a hidden message and my eyes widened when i got it.

"Oh no! What if i have a chronic illness? I knew something was wrong with my body the day i came back home. What if it's cancer?"

"Let's not jump into any conclusions. Okay? They'll get you tested and everything would be fine." She rubbed my arm reassuringly.

My chest pumped faster as i waited for them to take my blood. I did a urine test, HIV test and an X-ray examination. Charlotte held my hand as we waited for the result. "Everything would be fine." She kept on whispering in my ear.