Mera stumbled in her steps. She had just felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Bracing her arm against the wall for support, she closed her eyes, sucking in deep breaths because the world had suddenly started to spin around her.
Stella, her good friend, grabbed her second arm in order to support her.
"Mera, are you okay?" She asked, a worried look on her face.
Mera smiled, giving her a reassuring look. "I'm fine." She was not fine and she knew it! She'd been feeling somewhat ill these days. She gently freed her arm from Stella's grip so she could straighten herself.
"I'm just coming down with a slight fever." Mera reassured.
As she began to walk away, Stella moved a step forward, still unconvinced.
"Mera?'' She called.
One of the things Mera dreaded the most was falling ill. This time however, she hoped these signs she'd been getting were just her body reacting to stress. She'd been working extra hours in the bakery recently, and she hadn't been getting enough sleep.
