His hands felt too weak to even hold a glass of water, she holds the glass forwarding it to his lips.
He took small sips of water quenching his thirst. She put the glass back on the nightstand and helped him in laying down. She sat down by his side on the edge of the bed and looked at his pale-looking face.
"What happened Zaroon?" She asked in a gentle voice caressing his face with her thumb.
"I got up due to nauseating feeling and rushed to the washroom. I guess I couldn't digest the food well!" He murmured even speaking felt like troublesome work.
"Do you want me to get something to eat or drink?" She asked again knowing that as he threw up the contents of his stomach out, he must be feeling hungry.
"No, even thinking about food is giving me squeamishness!" He spoke closing his eyes.
She sat there sometimes not knowing what she should do! She was contemplating on giving him medicine but on an empty stomach, it could be dangerous.
