Cameron's POV:
I sat at the toilet, throwing up for probably the twentieth time today with Clayton beside me, holding my hair out of the way. My entire body was feeling sore from the excessive throwing up. He hasn't left me the entire day, not even now after the sun has gone down for him to hunt.
Before I could catch my breath, I was throwing up again and it hurt. Like it really hurt to the point I had tears in my eyes. Clayton didn't say anything to me, just held my hair and rubbed my back as I tried to make peace with the porcelain throne. I felt so worn out, I've hardly slept the last few weeks because the throwing up has gotten so bad. Clayton injects me with his chemical every few hours and Emma brings food and vitamins every four hours. She keeps telling me to eat even if
