"Dylan." Her voice sounded weak. She held onto his shoulder, then hugged her. "My knees are shaking."
He quickly swaddled Kirsty and carried her to the bed, then lay down. Fortunately, he went to her house early. Then he went back to the bathroom to soak a towel, and then he hurriedly returned to his wife.
He gently wiped her face, which was painted with tiredness due to vomiting.
"What happened to you, banana?" he asked, worried.
Her eyes opened slightly. "I woke up this morning because I wanted to eat a banana, I went down to the kitchen and got some. After eating the banana, minutes later, I ran to the bathroom and threw up."
"Maybe the banana you ate is spoiled."
"Maybe." Her voice was very weak. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"
