It had been five days, and I still felt as bad as when Jeremiah messaged me. I kept vomiting and even fainted a few times. Damian kept persuading me to go to the hospital with him, but I told him I was okay. I had a runny nose, so I thought it was just a common cold.
It was still difficult for me to eat. Most foods made me throw up. The only thing that I could eat was the porridge that Damian cooked for me, and nothing else.
Damian was concerned, but I managed to assure him that I was okay, that I just had a common cold. He wanted to cancel all his meetings to take care of me, but I wouldn’t let him do it. All his meetings were important, and I couldn’t keep him away from his business just because I had a cold.
“Baby girl, please let me know if you are feeling worse,” he reminded me as he went out. He had been saying that for God knew how many times a day.
